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[jaewonthewriter]

Session

By Jaewon

Summary:

As Seoul’s police chief, you call your two secret lovers — officers Karina and Yujin — for their annual private session. What begins as a routine check-in quickly becomes an intense, loving threesome filled with their devotion, daddy kink, breeding talk, and passionate release.

I leaned back in my leather chair in the private office on the top floor of the headquarters. The door was locked, the blinds drawn. It was that time of year again — the annual “performance review” that only two officers knew about. I picked up the phone and made the call.

“Karina, Yujin. My office. Now.”

They arrived within minutes, still in their crisp police uniforms. Karina, with her sharp features and long dark hair, closed the door behind them. Yujin, bright-eyed and athletic, locked it with a soft click. At twenty-four and twenty-three respectively, both women were exceptional officers — dedicated, sharp, and completely devoted to me in ways no one else would ever know.

“Chief,” Karina said softly, already lowering her gaze in that way that always stirred something deep inside me. “We’re here for our session.”

“Good girls,” I replied, standing up. “You both know the rules. Uniforms off. Slowly.”

They obeyed without hesitation. The sight of them stripping out of their police jackets, shirts, and skirts until they stood in just their underwear made my cock strain against my pants. I sat on the edge of my desk and crooked a finger.

“Come here.”

They approached together, dropping to their knees in front of me. Their hands worked together to free my cock. The double blowjob started immediately — Karina taking the head into her warm mouth while Yujin licked along the shaft and sucked on my balls. Their tongues occasionally met, sharing sloppy kisses around my length.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” I groaned, one hand in Karina’s hair and the other in Yujin’s. They took turns sucking me deeper, cheeks hollowing as they worked to please me. Spit dripped down my shaft as they jerked me together, eyes looking up for approval.

“Daddy’s cock tastes so good,” Yujin whispered between licks. “We’ve been waiting for this all year.”

Karina hummed in agreement, taking me deep into her throat. They were so eager, so devoted. I fucked their faces gently at first, then a little rougher, enjoying the wet sounds and their soft gagging.

After a while I pulled them up and bent them over my desk side by side. I dropped to my knees behind them, spreading their legs. I ate Karina first, licking her wet pussy from behind while fingering Yujin. Then I switched, burying my face in Yujin’s folds while rubbing Karina’s clit. Both of them moaned and squirmed, pushing back against my tongue.

“Daddy… please,” Karina begged, voice trembling. “We need you inside us.”

I stood up, cock throbbing. I pushed into Karina first, thrusting deep in one smooth motion. She gasped, gripping the desk as I fucked her hard. Yujin watched, masturbating while she waited her turn, fingers circling her clit.

“Such good little slaves for your chief,” I growled, pounding into Karina. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Daddy,” Karina moaned. “Breed me. Fill your officer with cum.”

I switched to Yujin, sliding into her tight heat. She was soaking wet. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes while reaching around to rub her clit. Both women were trembling, moaning my name mixed with “Daddy” and desperate pleas.

We moved to the wide couch in the corner. I sat down and they climbed on me together. Karina straddled my cock, sinking down while Yujin straddled my face. I ate her pussy as Karina rode me, her breasts bouncing beautifully. They kissed each other above me, hands roaming, making the scene even hotter.

“Switch,” I commanded after a while.

They obeyed instantly. Yujin took my cock now, riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass while Karina sat on my face. I licked and sucked her until she squirted on my tongue, thighs shaking around my head.

The breeding talk grew heavier as they got closer.

“Please cum inside me, Daddy,” Yujin begged, bouncing faster. “I want your baby. Make me yours completely.”

Karina leaned down, kissing me messily. “Both of us, Chief. Breed your secret slaves.”

I couldn’t hold back much longer. I flipped them onto their backs on the couch, legs spread wide. I fucked Karina hard first, then Yujin, alternating between their dripping pussies. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and their desperate moans.

When I was right on the edge, I pulled out and stood over them. They knelt together instantly, tongues out, faces pressed close.

“Cum on us, Daddy,” Karina begged. “Please.”

I stroked myself fast and exploded, thick ropes of cum painting their beautiful faces — landing on their cheeks, lips, and tongues. They licked each other clean, sharing my load in sloppy kisses before swallowing what they could.

We stayed tangled on the couch afterward, breathing heavily. I pulled them both into my arms, kissing their foreheads gently. The roughness melted into soft aftercare, just like always.

“You both did so well,” I murmured, stroking their hair. “My perfect officers. My secret girls.”

Karina nuzzled into my chest. “We only want to please you, Chief. Even when we’re out there doing our jobs, we think about these moments.”

Yujin nodded, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Being your little slaves makes us feel so loved. We’d do anything for you.”

We talked quietly for a long time. They told me about their days on patrol, the cases they were working, and how thinking about our secret arrangement kept them motivated. I shared how proud I was of them as officers and how much I cherished these private sessions. The love and devotion between us ran deep, even wrapped in the intensity of power and submission.

Later we went for another round on the couch. This time slower and more intimate. I ate them out again, making them squirt one after another before fucking them in different positions — missionary for Karina while Yujin rode my face, then switching. They begged so sweetly for my cum, and I gave it to them deep inside this time, filling each of them as they trembled through orgasms.

When it was finally over, I helped them clean up and get dressed. We shared one last deep kiss together before they slipped out of the office, uniforms back in place, looking like the professional officers everyone else saw.

Sitting back at my desk, I couldn’t stop smiling. Karina and Yujin were incredible women — strong, dedicated, and completely mine in the most secret way. These annual sessions, and the hidden moments in between, made everything worth it. I was the luckiest chief in Seoul to have them.

The End.

[hantheelf]

Chr. 2 | Rent-A-Boyfriend

Itzy's Choi Jisu (Lia) / OC

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Word count: 12.9K | Tags: Smut, Missionary, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Ass Eating, Anal, Squirting, Creampie.

Lia's plans for a break from her reality continue despite a big drawback. Yearning for some normalcy, she asks Seungdae to spend a weekend in a private country house, allowing her most truthful, adorable self to bloom.

Fear not; this chapter is a lovey-dovey one. But in light of the recent IU news, I must clarify that this whole TPT arc has been fully planned for at least two months at the time of posting this chapter. The story will continue as planned with just minor modifications. Send all the idols and celebrities mentioned in the story some love (they all deserve it), remember fanfiction etiquette, and enjoy 😘

"How's Tzuyu?" Jieun giggled, keeping her eyes on her book while Seungdae walked into her house.

"She sends her regards. She also said she'll bring us something from Osaka after her vacation," he added, leaning into the large L-shaped couch to kiss the top of her head, then her lips.

"Damn, you look awful," she exclaimed, stifling a laugh at the sight of her boyfriend's tired face.

"Have you been talking with Ryujin?" he joked, falling on the couch, head resting on her bare thighs. "That's exactly what she said when I met her."

"No, but now you mentioned that, you seemed so back to life after spending the night with her that I never asked what happened." She smirked, playing with his hair after setting her book aside.

"I'm still trying to clear my head on that," he exhaled. "But she knows about us. About you," he declared, holding her hand as her eyes widened.

If he had no reason to hide anything from Tzuyu, he had even less to hide a mere thought from Jieun. He explained everything, from the way Ryujin welcomed him to the bottles of wine to the way she teased him, and everything that led to him sleeping with Karina. "I wanted to tell you all this before, in person, but I can barely focus on my work," Seungdae concluded, eyes closed.

"Makes more sense now." She nodded mechanically in silence, face retaining the initial shock. "I know I told you I like Itzy, but do you think you can trust Ryujin with us?"

"Yeah," he yawned. "I may see her by the end of next week. Lia asked if she could book me for that weekend."

"The whole weekend?"

He nodded. "Something about taking a break from everything. I haven't confirmed anything yet. I wanted to check with you first," he smiled warmly at her.

"Babe, you also need that break. I'll be fine." She winked. He tilted his head, raising his eyebrow. "Jongsuk is free that Friday, and Wooseok and I were thinking of maybe spending another night together," Jieun muttered, flirtily sticking out her tongue.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" he chuckled, pulling her down and turning on the couch to meet her face while his hands slid under her loose t-shirt.

"Is it working?" she grinned; he scoffed with a smirk. "I'll show you if you show me later. Deal?"

"Deal!" He laughed, kissing her gently.

"Seungdae…" She stared at his face, eyes locked on his, hesitation showing through her body. "What do you think about moving here?"

"Huh?" he focused more on her calling him by name, which resulted in an almost automatic response: "Great place, amazing view, value will go through the roof in a year—"

Jieun scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking his shoulders afterwards. "Do you want to move here?" she asked him, fearing his response.

He went quiet, digesting the question.

"Think about it. This place is huge for me to live alone, and you already spend more time here than in your own place," Jieun smirked, raising her eyebrows. "You told me this is closer to Tzuyu's place than your apartment."

"That's true…" He murmured, meditating for a moment. "You know that servicing contract is already giving me more than my actual job, but even with both salaries, there's no way I can afford a room here."

"Hwang Seungdae," she huffed, gently tugging at his hair. "Do you really think I'll ask you to pay rent to live with me?" Her words shut him completely; then she went quiet, dropping any facade and her grip. "It would bring me some peace of mind about you sleeping with other women… or spending the whole weekend with them."

"Jin…" he whispered, moved by her vulnerable expression. "My Queen, you know I'd love to live with you." He hugged her, kissing her forehead. "At least let me pay for groceries. And go for them," he chuckled.

"That would be really helpful," she pouted happily.

"What about Jong?" he asked, holding Jieun by her shoulders to see her whole face.

"Oh, he'll be alright!" Grinning, she took her phone to call him.

"It's really fine!" The actor laughed on the phone after they explained the situation to him. "Think about it. It'll be easier for us to meet."

"Can't say no to that," Seungdae murmured, bringing quiet to the call. "I need to think of how to tell Tzuyu once she's back," he sighed, nodding.

"You could bring her here even if I'm not around," she said, grinning and raising her eyebrows playfully.

"Plus, it's the most balanced we've been in years! If you're not sleeping with Jieunie or Tzuyu, you're spending the night elsewhere. She's either with me, you, or Wooseok, and since I'm still in promotions and starting my next drama, if I'm not there with her or both of you, I'm with Moon Gayoung or Shin Mina!"

"Lucky bastard!"

"Yah! You got Tzuyu, Karina, and me this week!" Jieun argued, frowning!

"Karina?"

"Dude, it was amazing!" Seungdae admitted.

"Yah! I'm right here!" She huffed.

"She already sent me the video. Said she didn't mind if you watched it with me," he teased her, causing her to bite her lower lip.

"Wait for me, at least!"

"Sorry, bro. She only mentioned my girlfriend," Seungdae chuckled, nodding after Jieun asked him if he was serious. "But you're welcome to come here and join us for the second round," he added while his beloved took his phone to cast the video onto the TV. "Just follow her moans," he said while she unbuckled his pants without taking her eyes away from the screen.

"Wait! Are you serious?" the actor asked, hearing Jieun's sweet laugh and Karina's erotic grunt on the TV, making him sigh audibly. "On my way!"

Before he noticed, half a week had passed, and Lia had already asked him to pick her up after practice so they could go directly to her family's house in the countryside. Knowing that it would be a good chance to see Ryujin, and the rest of Itzy, he agreed.

The little time he spent in his apartment, Seungdae used it to remember what Jisu seemed to like when he met the whole group. However, despite how hard he tried, his mind kept circling back to eating her fat pussy, then diverting to Yuna's broken butthole, Chaeryeong's meaty ass, Yeji's throat, and Ryujin helping him fuck her friends. If Lia needed 'a break from everything,' that could mean a lot of different things, so he would better nail it and help her fully recharge.

He followed Tzuyu's advice. Even though he tried to focus on Jisu, writing down the other members' feats and preferences helped him clear his mind until he hit a wall. Thankfully, even if his memory was not at its best, he had the videos of that day to complement it. 'I should probably do this moving forward,' he thought, satisfied with his notes.

His Friday began next to Jieun, quickly moving to work in the room that would become his office. With no meetings and no call to set until the following day, they shared the space, each focused on their own work. A little later, Tzuyu called him. She took advantage of Seungdae and Jieun being together to confirm their t-shirt size and jokingly asked him not to fall for Lia over the weekend, something Jieun also teased him about.

Soon, it was time. With Jongsuk already at Jieun's house, they wished each other luck, and Seungdae picked up his luggage for the weekend and headed to the JYPE building.

Having talked with Ryujin, she had asked him to get there half an hour before what he agreed with Lia. As planned, he waited near one of the least crowded bathrooms in the building. Just two minutes later, he saw her walking fairly quickly but rather uncomfortably towards him.

"Come," Ryujin whispered after checking her surroundings, taking his hand, and guiding him into a bathroom stall, locking the door.

"The fuck are you doing?" he huffed as she sat him on the toilet.

"Just in case you thought we were not even yet…" She turned around, leaned onto the door, awkwardly taking off her loose pants and her panties, exposing a series of red impact marks across her behind. Breathing deeply and exhaling loudly, she spread her buttcheeks to reveal a set of deep red scratches around her swollen asshole.

"Damn!" Seungdae exclaimed, getting closer to see the damage and take a peek at her puffy vulva, spreading enough for him to see her inner pink and smell her musk. The marks on her flesh were probably a sign of hard, repeated whipping and spanking; the scratches, probably made by Yeji or Yuna.

"Help me with this…" Ryujin handed him an ointment, the same one he had used on Chaeyoung the morning after he blew her small butthole. "Please?" she voiced without staring at him.

"What?"

"I can't see my own ass, and it burns… Please."

He sighed reluctantly. "Sure." Gently, tapped her puckered hole with some toilet paper to clean her sweat, hearing her hiss and retract her punch to the door while he spread the substance generously. "Sorry," he whispered. "Was it at least worth it?" he pondered, trying to hide his concern.

"I don't remember the last time I came that fucking hard," she admitted, in between small grunts.

"Would you do it again?"

Ryujin chuckled, biting her lips. "For that ending, absolutely. Maybe with a bit of lube," she joked, swallowing her pain. "Just tell me we're even now," she panted, clenching her jaw as he patted her bum, indicating he was done.

"Whatever led to this, Ryu, there was no—"

"Please, just say it," she whined quietly, turning to face him while she tugged his hair.

"Fine," he shook his head, staring up at her. "We're even."

Ryujin sighed in relief, hugging his head against her stomach. "Thank you."

Confused, but enjoying the warmth of her skin, Seungdae caressed her bare hips. "Do you realize this is the closest my face has been to your pussy?"

She scoffed, grabbing his hair so he faced her neatly trimmed bush. "So what? Are you getting hard or something?" she joked, teasingly pulling him closer to her pubis.

"Rock hard," he admitted calmly, sinking his fingers into her flesh and spreading her asscheeks, making her hiss.

"Too bad I'm too sore," Ryujin pouted at him flirtily, messing with his hair.

"What?" he shook his head and frowned with a confused smirk.

"Oh, don't smile like that. People will think I'm serious or that you want to fuck me."

Seungdae locked eyes with her, slowly tilting his head, which made her grimace. "Who doesn't want to fuck you?" he scoffed, enjoying her soft skin. "Or get fucked by you, for that matter," he added, rolling his eyes.

"That's better." She gave him a cocky grin and a peck on the cheek before fixing her clothes. "Take some minutes, put that thing to sleep, and meet us in the practice room." Ryujin combed his hair a bit and cupped his face. "Whatever you do, this stays between us."

Without a chance to reply, Seungdae sighed, digesting what had happened and waiting for his erection to disappear.

Ten minutes later, he was already outside the practice room, hearing their steps to a song he was not familiar with. Halfway through the song, the girls left Ryujin alone for her solo, and Chaeryeong ran to the door to welcome him.

"Seungdae oppa!" She yelled playfully, jumping into his arms.

Confused, he caught a glimpse of Jisu's shy hi to him and Ryujin's embarrassed face as she danced with full energy, grimacing in pain before a now-blonde Yeji yelled Chaeryeong's name, making her run back to her position to continue the choreography. Impressed by the new steps he witnessed, he slowly walked to the benches and waited for the song to finish, with Lia's white dog accompanying him.

"Take five!" Yeji announced, controlling her breathing.

"What did you think?" Yuna asked him with a bright smile, running towards him.

"How long before we mortals can stream this gem?" he chuckled, patting Yuna's red hair just like he petted the dog in his lap before she went for a towel.

"Like three months," Lia pursed her lips, getting some water.

"And since when do you call me 'Seungdae oppa'?" he asked, causing everyone but Yeji and Ryujin to giggle.

"Last week!" Chaeryeong smiled widely.

"Yah! Let Mr Hwang breathe! He's here for Jisu, not for you!" Yeji shook her head.

"Listen to the Light Fury for my sake, please," he joked, getting a half-forced smirk from the leader. "What's up with Ryujin? She was suffering the whole song." He pondered, receiving a quick, deadly stare from her, but triggering a series of quiet giggles from the other girls.

"She fell in the shower. Landed right in her ass," Yuna grinned, spanking Ryujin's butt, causing her to clench her fist before she could control herself. Since Yuna hissed, watching her hand turn red, that must have hurt even more for Ryujin.

"You girls won't tell me what really happened to her, right?"

Before anyone could reply, Yeji called them to position. The hungry, sex-driven woman he had last seen in person was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was fully immersed in her leadership role, reviewing every step of the choreography, providing feedback to the girls before they played the whole song again, always scanning the entire area to ensure everyone, including herself, could own the stage.

By the end, the five girls were panting, with a thin layer of sweat across their necks. Yeji applauded their work and thanked them for giving their all.

"Mr Hwang!" Yeji called him while everyone was getting ready to leave; he walked towards her. "I'm trusting you'll take good care of Jisu and Bella. I don't want to hear you did something she didn't want."

Her voice was soft, but he felt her piercing eyes threatening his soul. "I'll keep them safe and happy. You have my word." He managed to see the corner of her lips raise just a millimetre. 'That should do,' he thought.

"Don't worry, she just cares a bit too much about Lia unnie," Chaeryeong said, eating him with her eyes, while Jisu quickly changed her clothes, aware of Seungdae's hungry look.

"And she's a bit mad because she can't have sex right now!" Yuna grinned, jumping away from Yeji after she pulled her pants down, revealing a chastity belt and no other undergarments. The leader, fully blushed, ran after the maknae, yelling and trying to fix her pants.

"Is it related…?" he mouthed to Ryujin.

"What do you think?" she replied, nodding without making a sound. "You three better get going," she said out loud. "Enjoy the time out," she added, handing him Lia's luggage and pushing them both past the door.

"Her name is Bella, right?" he asked, thankful the door didn't smash his nose.

"Someone did his homework!" Jisu chuckled, carrying her pup tightly.

"I like to be prepared," he stated gently. "Let's go."

Two hours away from the city, enough to stop seeing buildings on the horizon. Upon arriving, Seungdae admired the country house. Two floors, large windows in every room, greenery in every direction, and no neighbours within a radius of at least two hundred metres.

"You were not kidding when you said a break from everything," he scoffed, carrying their luggage inside.

"My dad bought this place when I was a child," Jisu smiled kindly. "My little brother and I always considered it our little safe place." She let Bella on the floor to run excitedly towards the door.

Once inside, Lia gave him a tour of the place. Despite the simple exterior designed to withstand the elements with minimal maintenance, the interiors were planned to provide a cozy environment: wooden floors, doors, frames, and stairs, with furniture in earthy tones, surrounded by white walls where light bounced freely without hurting the eyes.

Noticing she caught her own reflection in a mirror, Seungdae suggested she take a few pictures, insisting that the way her blouse flew over her bare belly looked great, and offering to take a few more photos for her. Next, they went upstairs. Four bedrooms: the largest for her parents, one for her, one for her brother, and a guest room.

"You can use the spare room if you want. Although I was hoping you'd spend these nights with me," she chuckled coyly, avoiding his eyes as she entered her room.

His attempt to hold back a laugh turned into an unthought-of question. "You've got no problem sitting on my face and asking me to fill you, but you get shy asking me to sleep with you after booking me for the whole weekend?"

"It's different," Lia pointed at him. "That day I let myself go because of the girls," she pouted, taking her luggage to unpack.

"And now…?" He stepped inside.

"I don't know. Being alone with you feels different," she explained, trying to focus on her clothes, giggling when she noticed him standing behind her.

"More intimate?" Seungdae pondered, helping her take the rest of her clothes from her bag, brushing his forearms along her waist.

She smiled at his touch, taking his arms to draw him into a hug. "Yes. I like that, but I take a little time to get used to it," Jisu said playfully.

"Hmm, would taking a shower help with that?"

"Only one way to find out." She squinted up at him, maintaining his arms around her waist.

The bathroom was large enough for both of them to undress comfortably, but the main attraction was the wide bathtub next to the two showerheads, each with a stool in the corner if needed, and a large mirror that took up most of the wall.

"Your parents really thought this place through," Seungdae scoffed, turning back to see her smile warmly at him. "What is it?"

"You reminded me of the last person I brought here. You two reacted the same to this… Thing," she chuckled.

"Well, they've got taste," he pursed his lips, getting close enough to her to take the hem of her blouse. "Did you two also undress here?"

Lia reddened at the memory. "Clothes didn't even make it to the second floor," she admitted, unbuckling his belt.

"Should I be jealous of that?" he joked, taking her top off, revealing a modest sports bra and her delicate shoulders.

"Only if it upsets you not being as good as her," she grinned, failing to remove his t-shirt because of his height.

"Her?" Seungdae grinned, getting naked from the waist up.

"Her," she smirked, getting on equal ground, not bothering to cover her dark brown nipples.

"There's no way for me to top that," he admitted gracefully, kneeling to kiss her soft tummy while he took off her pants. "But I'll make an effort to get as close as possible," he added, staring right into Jisu's eyes, pulling down the hem of her panties. While the outline of her pubic hair was fully natural, she kept the length trimmed. Carelessly, he planted soft kisses through her bush until his lips met her meaty pussy, holding her legs as she kicked her clothes off.

"You've got a few things she doesn't," Lia grinned, running her hands through his hair, prompting him to stand up.

"Yeah? Like what?"

She rolled her eyes, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. "This, for example." Jisu held his semi-hard shaft with both hands, eyes getting lost on it while she pulled his foreskin all the way back, hypnotized by his growing erection.

"I'm sure she's used a strap-on on you," Seungdae replied, walking towards one of the showerheads with her.

"Plenty of times. But even the most realistic dildo feels like a dildo," Lia affirmed, gently stroking him with one hand, tracing his veins with the other, enjoying his reaction before stopping completely. "Careful."

Serving as a shield for her, the cold water hit him first on his back. Fortunately, warm water ran soon after while she giggled.

"Sorry. Would you help me with my hair?"

Showing his experience, he made sure both her hair and scalp were clean, then insisted on helping Lia by bringing one of the stools and giving her a massage on every part of her body, head to toe, until she was fully cleaned and relaxed, with a soft, barely noticeable smile on her face.

"Don't tell my roommate I said this, but that massage is one of the best ones I've had," she sighed, throwing herself at him. "Aside from professionals," she added, raising the corners of her lips.

"I took a one-day crash course with a pro. My girlfriend," he could not help but smile widely at those words, "insisted after I hurt her neck trying to untie a knot she had." He chuckled, pressing on her the exact zone he referred to.

"You have a girlfriend?" She frowned in confusion.

"Yes! But we'll get to that later. I'll be happy to teach a few tricks to your girlfriend if she's up for that," Seungdae laughed, carrying Jisu's surprised self to the built-in bench before taking some liquid soap to clean himself.

"W-Who told you?"

He smirked, watching her go pale. "I just guessed." He shrugged, taking a moment to see her scoff at his response. "Lia, I just put two and two together," he explained calmly, thoroughly washing his body. "You grew up with money, right? And you've been making your own for some time, surely enough to live comfortably on your own. Why else would you need or want a roommate?"

She stayed quiet, shaking her head, but fully focused on his face. "I don't believe it," she whispered to herself in English.

"It's fine. You do what you can to be happy, and what you must to protect it from the public," he voiced, turning off the shower and offering his hands to her. "I respect that a lot."

"T-Thank you?" Jisu let out as he covered her with a towel, then gasped when he carried her.

"To your room?" Seungdae smiled reassuringly, stepping out of the bathroom to find the night sky framed by the windows. 'Won't miss the city lights one bit with this view,' he thought, walking into her bedroom, gently laying her down on the mattress before walking to the windows.

"We can keep them open," she whispered, crawling to the edge of the bed. "I'd like to feel the breeze while we…"

"And the curtains?"

"Why do you think I chose to come here?" She smirked coyly at him, kneeling as he walked back to her, taking her by the waist and neck.

Jisu pulled him delicately by his shaft and his nape until their lips met in a tender kiss that only broke when she giggled. Their eyes opened, and before the thought in his brain could take form, she pulled him again, this time, forcing him to lie in bed with her.

Both tried to match each other's rhythms, slowly increasing their pace while his left hand slid under her back to hold her firmly, allowing his right hand to explore her body again. The moment he caressed her waist, her legs spread instantly, only to hug him gently.

"I… I want it," she whispered, making Seungdae's length rest over her womb as she breathed heavily.

"You ready?" he wondered. She nodded shyly, tracing the outline of his dick over her until he reached her fat pussy lips. "Drenched," he scoffed, taking her juices into his mouth.

"The massage made me a bit horny," she admitted, noticing his eyes glaring at her slit as his tongue ran through his lips. "Eat me tomorrow. Fuck me now," she blushed, guiding his rod to her entrance, using her legs to take his tip into her body.

"Fuck," both exhaled at the same time. Lia, feeling her walls stretch to take his girth; Seungdae, enjoying the rippling texture of her entrance, so tight, and yet so inviting. They giggled, pulling each other closer, until a moan escaped their lips.

"A dildo doesn't feel that good," she gasped with a smile, reaching for his face.

"You feel even better than last time," he replied, clenching his cock inside of her.

"Prove it," she whispered, reaching for his lips and laughing at his curious eyes. "Don't stop until you cum inside."

"Deal." With a grin on his face and feeling her cunt gripping onto his manhood as he pulled back, he kissed her, nurturing his own lust with her moans. Every detail of Jisu screamed desire. Her lips and tongue, desperately savoring his while her delicate hands held on to his neck, slowly going down his shoulders; her legs, pushing him back inside her at every thrust; her pussy, soaking wet, making every slick pound easy while her insides stretched to take his whole length.

She wanted him, and he wanted her.

Before he noticed, he was already drunk in Lia. He didn't know if she was mirroring his hunger or if he was mirroring hers. Whatever it was, Seungdae enjoyed her, letting his hands run through her skin, taking a firm grip of her modest tit, making her release a giggle against his lips when he pinched her nipple.

Soon, he had Jisu's arms wrapped around his neck while his hands held on to her waist, sliding down to her hips and thighs to pull her legs up.

"Do it," Lia moaned, cooperating as he lifted her legs in the air, then smoothly placed her calves over his shoulders. "D-Don't stop," she grunted, amazed by the new angle at which his shaft reshaped her insides.

Too tangled to kiss her, they locked eyes, sharing a smirk while he fucked her, purposefully going harder on her to make her moan quicker and louder.

She noticed, nodding at him to continue as her hands reached for her clit, making her plump pussy move while she rubbed it. "Just like that," she whimpered. "Keep going," she muttered, quickly reaching for Seungdae's face to ensure he listened to her. "Please," she gasped, shoving her coated fingers into his mouth, giving him just a taste of her nectar before her hand returned to her cunt. "Mhmm!" Jisu whined frantically as he hugged her, locking her in place.

No longer caring about anything else, giving up any control beyond her own hands, she welcomed the wave of electricity coming from her pussy, expanding quickly through her whole body. Her hips trembled erratically every time his manhood poked her navel from within, thrust after deep thrust. She melted in his arms, emptying her lungs while her wrists shook uncontrollably over her clit.

At the peak of her orgasm, she caught a glimpse of doubt on his face. Jisu tried to beg him to keep fucking her until he filled her womb, but she could not say a single word through her muted moans.

Luckily for her, Seungdae recognized her desperation and grinned at her, tensing his arms and pulling her even closer. Feeling the consistent and incredibly strong clenching of her walls, he fucked her through her climax, allowing his own hit as he kept her shuddering body in place, listening to the sloshing coming from her cunt.

Through the gasping, moaning, and groaning, they locked eyes again. Lia's hands went from her slit to his hips, weakly trying to push him harder into her. He nodded, and after a few more thrusts, he flooded her womb.

"Yes!" Jisu gasped, feeling his hot load spreading inside of her. Her eyes turned watery from the pleasure while she focused on the pulsations of his manhood, the strong spurts of semen hitting her cervix, and his little shivers as he shoved his whole length back inside of her palpitating core.

"I feel like… Like my insides are boiling," she chuckled, already having more control of her hands.

"Want me out?"

"No!" She pulled Seungdae closely, feeling his cock throbbing in reflex. "Maybe let's change places, but please stay inside," she grinned, still trying to control her breathing.

He complied, hugging her firmly before rolling onto the bed. Once up, she clenched the base of his dick and leaned forward to kiss him, flawlessly moving her legs around him until she was straddling him.

"Is your back okay? It may have been too much—"

"I'm fine," she said, kissing him. "I'm quite flexible if you warm me up," she added with a wink before resting on his chest.

They stayed like that for a moment. Enjoying each other's warmth while Lia's walls clenched around his shaft, helping him maintain his erection through the consistent stimulus.

"You know? I don't remember kissing you that day," Seungdae murmured, caressing her silky hair.

She chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she stared at him. "None of us kissed you," she declared. "On the lips, at least. Yeji definitely kissed other parts of you," she reminded him, raising her eyebrows.

Confused, he went through his memories of the dungeon, both his own, the recordings, and his notes. "The fuck? Why?" he laughed, taking another pillow to see her face better, while his fingers ran freely through her back.

"We have this 'rule' where we don't really kiss people unless we're close to them," she tilted her head, knowing what he'd say next.

"Are we close now?"

Lia smiled warmly at him. "I know physically we can't get any closer than this," she explained playfully, clenching her pussy around his manhood from its base all the way up to its tip. "But I'm not sure if close would be the word yet," she added, tapping on his chest.

Seungdae nodded, agreeing with her response. "Then why?"

"Look, my roo—" Jisu laughed silently at herself. "My girlfriend knows everything I've done. She even signed an NDA so I could explain to her all about the wicked system we work under. She knows how Yeji's tributing sessions broke her just enough to pull the rest of us through. And yes, she also knows about you."

Watching him nod attentively at her words, she kept her voice calm. "She was supposed to come here with me. We were supposed to have a private, fairly normal weekend for ourselves, but she had a business trip she could not postpone."

"And pushing your days off is just as hard," he affirmed so confidently that she got startled by that understanding.

"Yes," she continued. "I really needed this escape. We had it all planned for months, but life hates us, I guess," Jisu sighed, quietly enjoying his heavy hands rubbing her back in an attempt to console her. "She's the one who proposed that you come with me in her place," she smirked. "So when you were about to close the windows, I thought Why not pretend you were my boyfriend for the weekend?"

He chuckled at the idea. "Well, that's almost what you're paying me to do, so…"

"Would you?" she asked seriously, mouth turning into a small circle, eyes widening. "Just until we go back to the city."

"Is your girlfriend okay with that?" Seungdae pondered, imagining all the negative outcomes for her.

"She is now." She pursed her lips, impressed by the fact, then understood the question in his eyes. "We've worked a lot in our relationship."

"I mean, if she's the reason I'm here…"

"Yes," Lia giggled at his skeptical tone. "I really needed my hiatus, but I spent half of it settling things down with her. We moved in together, we've gone to couples therapy, besides our own individual therapy," she added with a laugh. "At some point, she was afraid I'd leave her for anyone in the industry or one of the members. I guess after meeting them, she noticed that the members and I look for different things in a partner. The girls even taught her a few things I like in bed," she added, showing her own surprise. "Those massage classes may actually happen," she joked. "Is your girlfriend okay with this?"

"They did warn me not to fall for you."

"They?"

"I guess it's my turn now," Seungdae muttered to himself. "Would you mind telling this to the rest of Itzy if the subject comes up? It would really save me some time," he requested.

"Sure, but you're getting soft," Lia teased him, clenching her pussy until she pushed his cock out of her.

"I'm not a dildo!"

"True, let me enjoy that," she grinned, getting between his legs to take his semi-hard dick and slap it on her hand. "Tell me what you like!"

"No need—"

"I want to take care of my fake boyfriend while he tells me about his two real girlfriends!"

"Lia…" He chuckled as she slapped his tip against her pouted lips, controlling her giggles.

"In case you hadn't noticed, I love to please people," she stated, sucking his glans and savoring the mixture of his load with her own juices.

"That's kind of my thing," he objected, taking her hair out of the way.

"No throat; this is too big for me," she winked. "Now tell me about them."

Throughout the blowjob, and keeping her name secret, Seungdae briefly explained his relationship with IU. From their lifelong friendship that turned physical before her first servicing session, to the years of not daring to ask her out, to the fairly healthy polycule with her other boyfriend. And, of course, his servicing contract, signed with her blessing, which led to him meeting Tzuyu.

"Nayeon unnie told me a bit about that," Jisu smirked, stroking his slippery length with both hands, edging him with her small tongue with a very familiar technique.

"Did she also teach you how to suck cock?" He held her hair with both hands.

"Why? You want to cum already?" she teased him, twisting her wrists as they ran through his shaft. "I won't let you finish until you tell me all about Tzuyu unnie," Lia grinned, taking him back into her mouth.

She was serious, taking pride and joy in edging Seungdae despite not being able to take him into her throat. Perhaps more than that, she liked that he also enjoyed that treatment and the way his voice shook when she deliberately pushed him a little too far.

"If I were you, I would ask Tzuyu to be my girlfriend," she purred, massaging his balls with one hand while the other kept his foreskin all the way back for her lips to seal around his tip again.

Two seconds trying to agree with her while he remembered Jieun's idea of moving together. Then he could only focus on the tongue playing with his frenulum, about to make him explode in her mouth. "L-Lia…"

She hummed, clearly aware of her power in that moment.

"Jisu… I'm… Close…"

She didn't stop, but she stared into his eyes with a devilish smile until he released the first burst of semen into her tongue. Quickly, she released his dick and continued stroking him, laughing at the spurts of cum landing on her face, and carefully feeling his testicles move at every shot. Once his balls were empty, she sucked his tip again, suctioning the remnants of sperm with the help of both hands, squeezing every drop from his urethra.

"T-Tell Nayeon she should be p-proud of you," Seungdae grunted, not bothering to push Lia away from his oversensitive tip. "Fuck, I'll tell her myself," he laughed, feeling the last pop from her lips to admire her painted face.

"Why didn't you release it all before?" she grinned, reaching her phone.

He tilted his head. "You said you would not let me cum until I told you about Tzu."

"Yes. And you had already told me about her, didn't you?" Jisu smiled innocently, taking some selfies.

"What the fuck?" he laughed, witnessing the fully confident side of her as she lay back between his legs, taking some more photos, this time with his shaft in the frame. "I'm guessing those are not for your girlfriend."

"These are for me. And to make the members envious!" She winked at him, then took a picture of her, shocked at the size of his manhood compared with her head.

Letting her play around, groaning at the occasional suck and lick until she was satisfied. He watched Lia clean her face and eat some bits of his load, surprised by the flavor, which triggered a compliment on his diet before she cleaned it completely with wet wipes. Since neither of them was hungry, she put on her panties and went downstairs to ensure Bella would have her dinner; mirroring her, he put on his boxers.

After overhearing her on the phone, Seungdae took the chance to do the same, FaceTiming Jieun and Jongsuk while they rested in bed. They joked for a few minutes, starting with the lack of clothes on both sides. The actors teased him about the fact that he hadn't even gone on a trip with Tzuyu, and now he was playing house with Lia, something he took graciously, hitting back by complimenting Jisu's grounded and serving personality.

"Fine, fine, but you owe me a weekend away from the city," Jieun giggled.

"Yah! What about me? Can't we go on a vacation together?" The actor complained jokingly.

"We could, but don't expect me to kiss you the same way I kiss them," Seungdae played along, causing their girlfriend to cringe just as expected.

The couple wished him a good night, and the video call ended. Noticing Lia was also finishing her call, he sent a voice message to Tzuyu, hoping everything was going smoothly with her friends. As soon as she picked up her phone, Tzuyu replied with a quick video of her, her mom, her cousin, and Elkie having dinner, sending him a big kiss before they all laughed at her.

"When was the last time you slept for as long as you felt like it?" Jisu asked him when she entered the room, carrying Bella's bed, the little white furball wiggling its tail beside her.

"I…" He tried to give an honest answer, but he could not find it. "I'd be lying if I told you any date," he scoffed.

Prompted to brush his teeth with her, he followed her, and after a few minutes, they were already in bed, cuddling at her request, and falling asleep before either could realize.

No alarms, no compromises, no rush to get anywhere. Lia woke up first, smiling at Seungdae's drooling face, which resembled the way her partner slept. Not wanting to disturb him, she called Bella up to bed and played with her silently.

"You two look really cute together," he said in a groggy voice, petting the little dog.

"You sound like you need some water," Jisu smiled kindly.

"Breakfast is what I need," he admitted after his stomach rumbled.

After both of them insisted on making breakfast for a few minutes, Bella's growl made them settle on preparing it together, with the little creature's food being prioritized. Not bothering to put on any other clothes, they played around in the kitchen and enjoyed their meal, even though hers was a third of what he ate. Once done, they threw themselves on one of the couches to relax, feeling the warmth of their skin and the breeze entering through the windows.

"So, what had you planned for today?" Seungdae asked, caressing Lia's head with his left hand and petting Bella with his right hand.

"Will you really do everything I want?" She asked, jokingly scratching his thigh.

"Pretty much! Except maybe dying my hair, or getting a piercing," he joked, gently tapping the metal pieces on Lia's ear.

"Coward!" She smirked flirtily.

Soon, Seungdae was tasked with being her photographer for the rest of the weekend, starting with a long walk for Bella. Since he was technically working, he focused on her, contemplating the way she wandered through the fields along the roads, taking care of her four-legged friend, stopping so Jisu could show him her favorite places and tell him stories about things she and her little brother used to do.

Before returning home for a light lunch, as she said, her kindness took the spotlight. A stray dog approached them, and she took the chance to feed it some dog food she carried in her bag. 'Adorable,' he thought, noticing the way her eyes sparkled at the responsive dog, waving its tail happily as they played for a minute before she left the food in a safe spot, away from any possible car.

Back in the country house, Lia took over the kitchen, stating that he should do the dishes while she prepared something for later. Again, her portions were a third of his. Worried, he asked her if she was okay, but she insisted he would thank her later. As promised, he cleaned every utensil while she went upstairs.

"Oppa!"

"Almost done!" Seungdae scoffed with a smile, catching up with her after he was done. "I can't imagine how bad any of your exes must feel," he sighed when he saw her. She had tied her hair and changed into a more comfy set: a simple tank top with no bra underneath and some light striped pants.

"What?" Lia frowned in confusion.

"You have this 'first love' vibe all around you, that's all," he explained, sitting with her on the bed.

"Careful, or you may actually fall for me!" she joked, letting him get as close as he wanted, eyes going back and forth between his lips and his eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, stealing a quick kiss from her. "What's all this?"

"You didn't say anything about getting a tattoo with me." Lia grinned, showing him the few sheets of temporary tattoos she had prepared.

Each of them selected a few tattoos for themselves and a few more to get on the others' skin. Throughout the process, she mentioned she actually liked real tattoos and showed him a discreet tattoo of two stars near her wrist. While Jisu never explained its true meaning, she mentioned that her girlfriend was with her the day she got it done and that she liked it a lot. Halfway through the first sheet, and feeling more comfortable with her, he dared to ponder something that had been circling in the back of his mind.

"I understand you calling me oppa today, and by the way, feel free to do it even after this weekend," he clarified before going to his main point. "But what's the deal with Chaeryeong calling me that yesterday?"

Lia stared at him, equally comfortable. "You didn't hear this from me, okay? We talked with Ryujin, and at some point, she referred to you as Seungdae oppa. Yuna and I were a bit shocked, but Chaeryeong teased her right away with that," she explained.

He stayed silent for a moment. While not something he expected, with the way she behaved in the bathroom, it sounded plausible in his head. "Ryujin did not fall on her butt, right?"

"More like Yeji fell on Ryujin's ass," she murmured, laughing at his perplexed reaction before briefly explaining how Chaeryeong, Yuna, and she 'punished' Yeji and Ryujin in the dungeon. "She has also tried lots of anal with Yeji and Yuna. She'll be fine by Monday," Jisu assured confidently, trying to appease him.

"I fucking told her we were okay the very day that happened," he grunted, pressing his temples while Lia placed a tattoo on his inner bicep.

"Something must have made her feel like she needed to go through that. Most of it was her idea, including Yeji's belt." She pursed her lips, shrugging, watching him try to make sense of it. "Hey, I've been with them for years, and I still don't understand how fully wicked they can be," she chuckled. She

"However much Yeji is," he said without thinking.

"And even that is not fully on her, you know?" She showed him his new stickman, making it dance by pulling at his skin, which made Seungdae smile.

"Yeah. Ryujin told me about what she did for Yuna and the rest of you." He took another feather tattoo, similar to the one on her shoulder, and thought of where to put it.

"That started a whole domino effect," Jisu stated, then explained how Yeji wanted more of what they did to her, which led to Ryujin learning every possible way to please her, from the sweetest and most delicate brush to the roughest and most painful spank; something that resonated with Seungdae.

She went on to explain how Yuna's natural curiosity and free spirit led the maknae to have a taste of her own. Since Yuna had already caught a liking for Ryujin, offering herself to her to such a degree, getting rewarded with the best orgasms she had experienced, followed by the most intimate aftercare kisses, resulted in Yuna developing a strong crush on Ryujin.

"Should've seen that coming," he scoffed, tilting his head so Lia could stick a new tattoo on his neck.

"We all did, really. They've already talked about it. Ryujin was clear about her feelings for Yeji, and Yuna accepted it with a sad smile. It was a sad episode for us, but Yuna loves seeing Ryujin exist, and Ryujin adores Yuna, so they continued doing their thing."

"Is Yuna really okay with it?" he asked with true concern in his voice.

"Seems to be," Jisu shrugged. "She knows she can be hard to love for anyone outside our world. She craves cock, maybe a bit too much, but she has only been in love with women." She exhaled deeply, and her tone carried resignation to the words: "Many women hate the idea of their girlfriend liking dick. Much more having such a hunger for it as she does."

"Idols come with a lot of baggage," Seungdae said warmly, causing the corners of her mouth to rise a millimeter.

"Why do you think I fought so hard to keep my girlfriend?" She grinned, removing the wet sheet to admire the tattoo.

"How did the domino effect hit you?"

"I'll show you one part of it later," Lia winked at him. "But since Ryujin was busy with Yuna, Yeji convinced me to try her," she admitted, biting her lips. "She's a bit like you." She laughed loudly at his offended expression. "She also has that need to please me, and she adapts very well to my rhythm."

"Can she really do that?" he scoffed.

"Just because you've only seen her crazy nympho side doesn't mean she doesn't know how to make love. And let me tell you, she's good when she goes slow," she stated, leaving no room for questioning.

Lia went on to explain that Chaeryeong doesn't seem to be sexually attracted to other women outside the group, and that she only joined them after getting really drunk at a party. "After that, she started requesting servers with Yeji and Yuna."

"Until they broke one of them," he shook his head, holding his laugh, but feeling sorry for whoever suffered that fate.

"But thanks to that, you've got Ryujin calling you names, and I have a fake boyfriend for the weekend!" She smiled warmly, getting really close to his face.

"One you said could eat you today," he scoffed, pulling Lia in for a kiss that she stopped with her finger.

"And you said you'd be my photographer for the weekend," she said with a playful grin.

In just a few minutes, Seungdae was already guiding her through the room and the hallway to take pictures of her, surprised by the calm girl-next-door vibe she emanated. Capturing those moments was easy; she just needed to exist, and he just needed to be around her with the camera. Little by little, the pictures went from Instagram-appropriate to almost boudoir. The excuse of framing those hidden tattoos was perfect to slowly get rid of her clothes until she was wearing only her panties.

"I have to say it. This look suits you a lot," he nodded, following her through the stairs.

"The tattoos?" she asked, almost innocently, turning back to see the feathers on her delicate shoulders.

"I meant the outfit," he chuckled, watching her get into the bathroom.

She turned back to him after placing her phone in a corner, where she could record the bathtub and whatever the mirror captured. She pouted, pretending to be sad. "I was hoping you would rip it off me." Jisu avoided his eyes, biting her lips and pulling the hem of her panties to outline her cameltoe while he approached her.

He hooked the fabric with his index fingers and pulled her close to him as she released a playful moan. "I'll tear this piece of fabric on command," he warned her, leaning toward her lips.

She hesitated. "Maybe just take them off?" she suggested, swaying her hips against the stretched fabric until they kissed, pulling him to one of the stools next to the wall, giggling while he took off his own clothes before kneeling to remove Lia's damp panties.

Seungdae stared directly at her crotch, thirsting as she sat and spread her legs, making her puffy outer lips open to reveal her already slick inner pink. He followed his carnal instinct, hugging her thighs firmly from below, pressing his hands next to her pussy in a split second, making her yelp in surprise as she held to the wall behind her.

One glance into her eyes to get her blessing, one deep breath of her sweet musk, and he turned into an animal.

"What the—" Lia exclaimed in English, interrupted by her own whimper; consequence of his tongue quickly getting into her core and licking all the way to her clit. With one hand firmly pressed against the wall and the other one already tightly fisting his hair, she saw his eyes, waiting for her green light. "Yes," she exhaled, feeling secure in his arms while he savored her folds.

Her body relaxed, except for the hand on his head, constantly giving him that reassurance he could continue focusing on the slightly salty and acidic flavor of her petals.

The almost excessive warmth of her cunt, the echo of her moans bouncing in every wall, and the way her hips began moving on their own only served to make Seungdae wrap his arms around her legs even tighter, pressing his knee on the stool for stability; fingers reaching her fat vulva to massage it while he ate.

'I love singers,' he thought, thriving on how vocal she was, and enjoying the melody of her coos and whimpers, soon accompanied by subtle orders as her legs slowly rose over his shoulders.

Jisu surrendered herself to him and her own pleasure. Her hands reached her brown nipples, pinching them and twisting them, leaving him with free rein to do with her pussy whatever he wanted.

Then, it hit.

"More!" She exclaimed, drowning in her moan. "Keep doing that," she yelped quickly, using her feet to push him against her cunt.

Seungdae obeyed, too drunk on her nectar to even breathe. He pressed her meaty lips against his face with his hands, softly moving his pinkies to feel her puffiness against his cheeks. His tongue went deep and wide through her entrance, moving up and down while the tip of his nose pressed against her clit, knowing her swaying hips would do the rest.

Lia's moans turned quiet when her shivering began. She sacrificed a bit of her own climax to hold onto his scalp with both hands for balance, doing her best to keep him latched onto her pussy. After a desperate gasp, she looked down and met his eyes, feeling his arms clenching around her legs, giving her the confidence to let go and enjoy what was left of her orgasm.

Just as desperately as he needed to breathe, he drank the weak stream of juices she released, fully conscious of her whole body for her safety.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, releasing his hair for a moment, which he used to gasp for air and immediately returned to her folds. "Yah! Yah!" Jisu hit him weakly, gluing her hands to the wall when he pulled her closer to him.

"Say it, and I'll stop." He went lower on her until he licked the fluids that had made it to her wrinkled hole.

"Why… Why so i-insistent?" Lia stammered, raising her hips and resting her heels on his shoulders for him to have full access to her ass.

"You're my 'girlfriend,' aren't you?" He grinned, easily shoving his tongue into her rectum, watching her giggle and nod, reaching for his hair. "I'm just making sure you feel good," he added, loving the way she vocalized her pleasure while she relaxed.

"Oppa," she whispered, feeling his tongue go as deep in her butt as it could before locking eyes with him, pulling him from his hair to see face-to-face. "I've got one thing to show you," Jisu smirked, trying to stand up, but failing.

"I got you," he chuckled, following her orders to put the stool right in front of the mirror, then sitting on it while he helped her stand in front of him. He saw her smile back at him, first with confidence, then with nervousness as she spread his precum across his tip.

She trusted in his support while she aligned his tip with her puckered hole.

Suddenly, Lia gave up her strength, engulfing his whole manhood into her ass in just a second. The instant stretch of her puckerhole and reshaping of her insides forced her to release a drowned groan, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and hair falling over her face.

He caught her, hugging her tightly. "Are you alright?" he pondered worrily, feeling her hips tremble.

"You really care about me." She teased him, turning to see his face. "Now, I am alright," she grinned, caressing his arms, still wrapped around her torso.

"What the fuck?" he scoffed, feeling her clench her butt around his shaft.

"I told you I could take all of you in my ass any day," she remarked proudly. "And you warmed me up pretty good." She pulled him in for a kiss, chuckling as she tried to move her hips and failed. "Sorry, but you will have to fuck me," she whispered in his lips.

"Hard, slow?" he asked, taking the liberty to caress her whole body.

"Don't care. Just make me cum," Lia requested with a sultry tone and a shy smile. While she was already comfortable with him, voicing her needs still represented a challenge for her.

He felt the slight sway of her hips. "Hard?" He smirked, and she nodded excitedly. He reached for her legs, placing them over his thighs, feet hanging at his sides while he started pounding into her.

Despite her weakness, her body moved on its own, rocking her hips back and forth, concentrating on the way his cock moved inside of her, ensuring he could reach as far inside of her guts as he could. She let herself go, enjoying the freedom she had yearned for so long.

Lia didn't notice, but after just a minute, she was rubbing her whole body against him, and her delicate hands were already tightening on his hair and thigh, setting the rhythm for both of them.

Through the mirror, Seungdae caught a glimpse of her face: eyes closed, lips parted with a satisfied smile. As much as he wanted to fill her insides, he would focus on her climax first. He kissed her shoulders, grabbing onto her waist, pressing his fingers tightly on her soft belly before going up to her breast and hearing a reaffirming whimper from her.

He took his time warming her up while his continuous thrusts also pushed him little by little to his inevitable orgasm. He massaged her small tits, pinching and twisting her nipples every time her moans made her breathless, contemplating the way her eyes shut tightly in response, and going crazy by the way her butt clenched at the same time.

Carefully, he opened his legs, spreading hers until her fat pussy lips opened. Slowly, he slid his right hand down her torso, caressing her stomach, her navel, and her bush.

"What are…? Yes!" Jisu moaned sharply, feeling two of his fingers running through her drenched petals, then making their way inside her cunt. "Fucking yes," she whimpered, feeling his digits hit her G-spot and her hips moving harder against his crotch. Feeling his fingers and his dick rubbing against each other through her wall added yet another layer of pleasure for her.

She could feel her orgasm building. She knew she kept guiding him, moaning for him to keep fucking her like that, but she felt no control over her mouth. She didn't mind. Right there, she only wanted more, and he delivered.

For a moment, the hand on his boob went up to her neck and held her cheeks. Instinctively, she tried to find his lips to kiss, but found words instead.

"Open your eyes," he requested firmly, releasing her face to take her nipple again.

She scanned herself, gawking at her body in motion. Her right hand gripped his hair tightly while her left hand dug her nails into his flesh. Her own face was blushing as she grinned and moaned freely, realizing her own volume. She didn't bother to decrease it; if anything, she whimperered louder. For a moment, Lia focused on his hands. The left one, covering her right tit until his fingers pinched her nipple, pulling it and twisting it, making her gasp. His right hand, firmly hooked in her cunt. Middle and ring fingers lost inside her, index and pinky pressing her plump pussy lips while he fingered her at the same tempo his shaft moved inside her guts.

For a moment, she thought it was his hand that made her hips sway in such a hungry and seductive manner, but soon, she was shocked that it was herself moving in that way.

She didn't really know how to ride a dick; yes, she had a sponsor session with Dolce Gabbana, but that was mainly lying in bed while they ripped her pantyhose and painted her face. Now, she was moving so naturally over his manhood that she felt a mixture of pride and shame, the latter disappearing in seconds after she began thirsting after herself in the mirror.

"It feels even better than it looks," Seungdae whispered in her ear, making her realize how tightly he was holding her. "Don't hold back this time," he added, kissing the back of her ear as she nodded, unable to close her eyes. "Let it drown you."

"You too," Lia moaned, swaying her body against him. "I want it all," she smirked, squeezing core, feeling her action backfire. Her clenching happened at the same time he twisted her nipple and pressed her G-spot, making the latter hit even harder. "Don't stop!" She grunted, her core tensing.

She followed his command, but she knew her body. First, Lia edged herself, trying to keep her climax from exploding for as long as she could while he rammed her ass and fingered her with more and more lust. She observed herself in the mirror, gawking at the way her grin disappeared and turned into a desperate pleading expression as the gates of her orgasm opened.

Every fluid movement of her hips became erratic. Her muscles spasmed across her whole body, particularly her legs, which vainly tried to close, stopped by his thighs. Jisu did her best to witness her convulsions through the mirror, but the waves of pleasure shut her eyes while her climax consumed her.

Then it came Seungdae's orgasm, and he followed her command. His muscles tensed around her while he fucked her harder, almost carrying her through the tight grip on her cunt.

The amount of force inside her core soon reflected on her squirt, gushing out of her pussy, mirroring the strong spurts of semen painting her guts white.

Jisu rejoiced, feeling the electrifying waves of her climax run through her whole body while his legs slowly closed together and he hugged her tightly, trembling and panting on her back.

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, relaxing in each other's warmth, slowly becoming aware of their surroundings and their own bodies.

"W-Was it… Fuck," Lia laughed, realizing his fingers were still inside her cunt. "Was it as g-good for you… As it was f-for me?" she giggled, hugging his left arm, curled around her waist.

Seungdae chuckled. "Yes. Very much so," he replied, purposefully clenching his fingers inside of her, laughing at her sudden shuddering and the trail of warm liquid he squeezed out of her.

"Tell me half the s-sweat on my back is yours," she scoffed, shaking her head, getting an affirmative humming as a response. "Good… Want to use the bathtub?"

"Aren't you afraid my cum will come out floating?" he joked, taking his fingers out of her folds, admiring his wrinkled fingertips.

"That load is not coming out of me until tomorrow," she affirmed, shocked by the way his digits dripped her juices.

"Because you want to keep it in, or because you cleaned your guts while I did the dishes?" He smirked, pulling her in for a kiss she welcomed despite her shock.

"How did you—"

"Very light meals, and I know what a post-enema butthole tastes like," he laughed for a moment, watching her purse her lips. "So?" he teased her, clenching his cock inside of her.

"Because I clenched so hard, I may have pushed your load even deeper," Lia muttered, avoiding his eyes, but tightening her ass again.

"Want to confirm?"

Jisu relaxed her butthole, letting his sensitive shaft slip clean out of her, revealing her gaping rim. Seungdae could not help but lean closer to look for any trace of his seed. Like she said, not a single sperm in sight.

Both agreed to take a shower before relaxing in the bathtub, where he entered first, as per her request, and then she followed, relaxing her bare back on his chest once more.

"I think this is what I needed the most," Lia sighed, eyes closed, head resting on his shoulder.

"You mean squirting while getting fucked on your ass, or this?" he joked, making small waves with his fingers in the water, getting a soft punch on his thigh.

"Maybe both," she admitted. "I would have loved it if you fucked me like this when we met, but at least you filled my pussy that day," she pursed her lips teasingly.

"Sorry for being human," he laughed. "Seriously, though, how did you sit on my dick so easily?"

"Guess," Jisu grinned.

"Yeji…"

"Yup! Yuna was the most interested in playing with her own ass after what Yeji unnie went through, but all of us got curious too."

"Even Ryujin?" he pondered, remembering her swollen shithole.

"Yes, but being our main top, she hasn't had as much practice as the rest of us," Lia explained. "Come to think of it, besides her, I'm the one with the least practice." She pouted, turning to see his face.

"And yet you were incredible," he reassured her, hugging her tightly.

"You helped quite a bit. Only my girlfriend, Yeji unnie, and Yuna have made me squirt like that," she confessed, avoiding his eyes.

"I wasn't going to give up after feeling a bit of it flowing directly into my mouth," Seungdae grinned at her, taking her by the chin to see her flushed cheeks and give her a peck.

They spent another half hour there, kindly peeling the remnants of fake tattoos from their skin and treating each other with small massages until one of them wondered about the time. It was dinner time for them and for Bella.

He insisted that she stay there if she wanted, handing her her phone before putting on some pants and a t-shirt to go downstairs and make dinner for everybody. Both used the time to call their partners, catching up fairly quickly to the day's events, trying not to dwell too much on how intense their last round had been.

"Promise you'll fuck me like that when I see you," Jieun pouted on the phone, knowing Seungdae's satisfied smile far too well, even when he was far from the camera to get the right frying pan for the task.

"Oh, I promise I'll fill every hole of yours," he replied right away. "Don't think I forgot you're spending the night with Wooseok." He raised his eyebrows, pointing at his phone, laughing at her avoidant eyes and pursed lips.

"Will you come home after dropping Lia at her place?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"The only thing that would stop me is if Tzuyu were already in Korea, and even then, I'd find a way to meet both of you at the same time," he assured.

"If she were in Korea already, both of us would be waiting for you." Jieun grinned confidently.

"Yeah? How do you know? You talked with her?"

"Yes!" She laughed mischievously at his shocked reaction. "She's very resourceful. She managed to get my number from Nayeon, and we spent a few minutes talking."

"Jin…"

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't tell her anything about you moving in. That's your conversation to have."

"Thanks. I don't want to mess it up with her."

"Please don't! I really like her!" She reassured him with her genuine smile. "They're about to call me to set now."

"Tell Wooseok to take care of you!"

"It'll be fine! He's the second sweetest co-star I've had," Jieun giggled, fixing her hair before standing up.

"Yeah, but you didn't fuck with Bogum."

"I'll tell him both my boyfriends will kick his ass if he does anything to me. Anything I don't want, I mean," she grinned, rolling her eyes playfully.

"You're telling him about me already?"

"I trust him, and if I'm spending the whole night with him, I want him to know his true place in all of this."

"Sounds fair. See you tomorrow, then?"

"I'll be waiting for you, Great One," Jieun chuckled. "I love you!"

"Love you too, my Queen," he replied, watching her blow him a kiss before waving goodbye.

The call with Tzuyu had way less teasing, with a break for her to tell her mom she was talking with someone on the phone.

"Oppa!" Lia yelled from the stairs halfway through his conversation, happily going down to the kitchen wearing only a silk top and a matching pair of shorts.

"Oppa?" Tzuyu scoffed with a surprised smile, quickly gawking at her phone.

"Tzuyu sunbaenim," Lia whispered, shocked, shyly waving at the phone screen.

"She knows about us. I know a few things about her in the same field. It's okay," he reassured.

"Liaya, is this guy bothering you?" Tzuyu asked with a jokingly offended tone over the phone, surprising both Jisu and Seungdae but setting the mood.

"You could say he's a pain in the ass," Lia joked, unleashing a series of scoldings for Seungdae about him always losing control when fucking people's butts, causing bursts of laughter.

"Liaya, tell me if he does something wrong! Another special someone and I can punish him if needed!" Tzuyu grinned, playfully punching her hand on camera.

"I will," Jisu giggled.

"I can't believe I'll say this," Tzuyu muttered shyly, blushing. "Baobei, I miss you!"

First shocked by her words, then frightened that her mother could be listening, and thinking that she obviously knew the meaning of 'baobei,' he panicked for a second. "I miss you too, my angel," Seungdae replied, unable to hide his smile.

"I'll let you two enjoy the night. Eat well!"

After a series of goodbyes, Seungdae turned to see Lia's agape mouth. "She's amazing, isn't she?" He scoffed, pointing to the dishes with his head.

"A part of me still thought you were bluffing about her," she admitted, picking up a couple of plates to take them to the table.

Considering it was her last night to relax as much as she wanted, Seungdae made sure to prepare one of Jisu's favorite dishes, at least according to Ryujin, as backed up by Yeji and Yuna, both of whom happily shared the information to make Lia happy.

While the ingredients at hand forced him to improvise while he talked with his lovers, he managed to serve something good enough to move her, given the team effort it represented on such short notice. With no more reason to control her portions and with a little nudge from him, Lia ate freely, cleaning the plate completely before daring to ask for another round, making him thankful he didn't spare on resources.

Tired, more from enjoying the day than from their activities together, they went upstairs and prepared to sleep.

"Need another massage?" Seungdae murmured at her right under the light sheet covering them.

"Not unless you want to carry me sleeping all the way back to Seoul," Jisu murmured, cuddling with him, taking his arm around her waist.

"Happy to do so if you want," he replied after yawning.

"You're just as tired as I am." Swayed her hips on his bulge.

"I think you are just a little less tired." He hugged her tightly, feeling his dormant cock caress her crack.

"I would not mind another load," Lia purred, guiding his hand down her blouse to her bare skin, feeling his shaft growing hard. "You wouldn't even need to take my clothes off"

"It would stretch these pretty shorts," he whispered, taking the chance to pull them down to her hips, smirking at her cooperation.

"Stretch me instead," Jisu murmured, trying to get his dick out of his pants, surprising him with the moisture of her pussy lips.

Not a single word; instead, their bodies talked.

With little effort, his glans spread her puffy cunt, sliding into her body with ease as she gasped, arching her back against him. Lia's inner warmth and slickness caressing his whole length until his manhood was fully inside of her felt like proof of how much her body needed it. Seungdae embraced her completely, capturing her in his arms while she melted, rocking her hips gently while she held on to his forearm and reached for her clit.

Both tried in mind and body to please the other, but soon, each of them focused on their own pleasure, unconsciously giving everything they needed. For Lia, security in the shape of his arms, keeping her as close to him as humanly possible; and consistency in the shape of his cock, providing a rhythm she could easily disappear in. For Seungdae, it was the craving and desire he felt through every sway of her hips and the growing force in her delicate hand, gripping onto his flesh in the same way he gripped onto one of her tits and her hip bone.

Her moans turned into whimpers, and his deep breathing turned into consistent and increasingly quicker grunts.

Seungdae reached his climax first, delivering harder and deeper thrusts into her core, shooting spurt after spurt of what Lia considered the heaviest load of the whole weekend. Perhaps because of the intimacy of their embrace, he felt his orgasm prolonging until her walls tightened around his girth for a couple of seconds, only for her whole body to shudder while she gasped a muted moan.

Neither of them stopped for a while.

Even through their sensitivity and their own selfish pursuit of pleasure, their greatest satisfaction was giving the other a memorable and rewarding climax. Their troubled breathing and almost convulsing bodies confirmed that they managed to do so, resulting in both of them chuckling amidst the end of their orgasm.

"That was…" He panted.

"Yes!" She exhaled, holding on to his arms.

"I don't… I don't think I can move," Seungdae admitted, muscles still stiffened.

"Don't," Jisu demanded, accidentally triggering another wave of pleasure after clenching her pussy. "I want you to stay inside." She smiled, closing her eyes.

Subtle, but he could feel her cunt pulsating through his shaft, from the base to his tip, failing to hold it halfway through until another round of shivers hit her body. "All night if you want," he chuckled weakly, slowly regaining control of his breathing.

She slapped the hand groping her boob before pressing it tightly, releasing a small whine. "How long do you really think you can stay here?" Lia inquired, taking his right hand to her womb to rub it.

"For real? Maybe half an hour," he murmured, getting into a slightly more comfortable position while still spooning with her, cock buried in her core.

"Want to try it?" Jisu suggested, happiness pouring through her drowsy tone.

"It'll spill," Seungdae replied, more as a reflex than anything else.

"Mhm…"

In mere minutes, both of them fell deeply asleep, and as he predicted, half an hour later, his penis slipped out of her pussy.

They woke up at the same time, thanks to Bella, who licked their faces and growled softly at them. Both giggled and smiled at each other, feeling the awkwardness of their clothes, proof of their rewarding night. After fixing their clothes and confirming nothing had spilled through the night, they enjoyed their last breakfast and shower together, calmly relishing the quiet of the countryside before packing back up and returning to the city.

"You know? Even though I would have loved to spend this weekend with my girlfriend, I'm glad and thankful you came with us," Lia smiled at him, carrying Bella in her arms while he drove.

"If planets align, I'd be delighted to do this again," Seungdae winked at her.

As pacted, he drove her all the way to her apartment, helping her with her luggage. As soon as Jisu opened the door, she was pulled inside her place along with him, hearing the door shut behind him. Confused, he admired the tender way in which Lia admired her roommate, her girlfriend.

Smiles turned into a tight hug, and that hug turned into a deep kiss.

He tried to disappear into a corner with Bella, noticing the suitcase beside him, pretending he hadn't overheard their sweet small talk about the drive, the flight, and how much they missed each other. After a little while, Jisu introduced them.

"This is weirder than I thought," the girlfriend chuckled shyly.

"I'll let you two be, don't—"

"Wait! I…" she cut him off nervously. "Thank you. You have no idea how much I wanted her to enjoy this weekend, and how much I hated not being there with her. Thank you for taking care of her."

"Any day. You've got a really special woman by your side," Seungdae winked at them. "I know my way out. You two better make the most of today, and you better kiss her right now," he winked at Jisu, watching her grin as she devilishly approached her girlfriend to hold her face and do exactly what he said.

Quietly, he walked to the door behind him and left them alone to enjoy their privacy.

Fueled by the same yearning he witnessed in Lia as she held on to her partner, he drove to Jieun's house. Despite his attempt to open the door as quietly as he could, he heard her little feet stomping rapidly towards him before seeing her bright smile and catching her mid-air to hug her tightly. They showed their love with quick, soft pecks until he took her to bed, teasing her about wearing the last t-shirt he wore before leaving with Lia. Only that t-shirt.

"I put it on after I got home because it smells like you," she pouted, clinging to his body.

"Oh, so you haven't showered yet?" he teased her, running his hands through her soft thighs.

"I showered at Wooseok's," she murmured, avoiding his eyes.

"At Wooseok's or with Wooseok?" He raised his eyebrow, pulling her even closer to him.

"Maybe with him," Jieun admitted with a naughty smirk, staring into his eyes. "Have you showered yet?"

"Yeah. With Lia before coming back," he grinned, noticing the little fire in her eyes burn brighter. "But I think we may need another shower later," Seungdae held her cheek, kissing her, right hand sliding under her only piece of clothing.

She chuckled, unbuckling his belt. "You're not getting anywhere until you fulfill your promise, Great One."

"What was it?" He shoved three fingers inside her pussy. "Reclaiming every hole of my Queen?" he grunted, pulling her by her cunt, rejoicing in her melodic moan.

"Sounds better than just fucking," Jieun nodded, biting Seungdae's lip as they offered their whole existence to each other.

Author's notes: I know, I know, some of you were expecting something related to the pool pictures, but I had already finished this chapter when the girls started posting those. Also, yeah, you'll read in detail what happened to Ryujin, so you know what to expect next.

Little extra bonus for those Lia enthusiasts here on the smutty side of Tumblr

[thesilentakuma]

Can you write Yujin noncon with her being taken advantage of by Rei's grandpa while Yujin visits Rei's grandparents' house when they are on vacation.

Rei's grandpa manipulates Yujin telling her he will rape his granddaughter Rei if she doesn't obey him. So Yujin reluctantly has sex with him and throws herself at him every time he threatens to fuck Rei during their vacation period.

Enjoy! 😀

Grandfather's Grip

TW: NON-CON | Don't Like It, Don't Read It.

An Yujin × M!Reader

The summer heat clung to An Yujin's skin as she stepped through the front door of Rei's grandparents' house, a quaint traditional Korean home nestled in the countryside. Rei had been so excited to bring her groupmates here during their brief vacation, but one by one the others had made excuses—Liz had a schedule, Gaeul wanted to rest, Leeseo and Wonyoung had family commitments. So it was just Yujin and Rei, here for a few days of relaxation.

Rei had gone to the bathroom the moment they arrived, leaving Yujin alone in the living room with her grandfather—a stout man in his late sixties with sharp eyes that seemed to see too much.

"You're the leader, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low and calm. "The one they call the chief."

Yujin smiled politely. "Yes, sir. I try to take care of the members."

He nodded slowly, his gaze traveling down her body in a way that made her skin prickle. She was wearing a loose summer dress—nothing provocative, just a simple floral thing that fell to her knees. But the way he looked at her made her feel naked.

"You're very pretty," he said. "Rei never mentioned that."

Before Yujin could respond, he stepped closer. "You know," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Rei is very precious to me. My only granddaughter. I would do anything to protect her."

Yujin nodded, confused. "Of course, sir."

"Anything." The word hung in the air. "And I would also do anything if someone hurt her. If someone disobeyed me." He pulled out his phone, showing her a photo—Rei, sleeping in her childhood bedroom, a camera angle from inside the closet. "I have cameras everywhere. I know everything that happens in this house. If you don't cooperate with me, I'll make sure Rei suffers. I'll fuck her myself, right here, and make you watch."

Yujin's blood ran cold. "You're insane."

"Maybe." He smiled. "But you're going to do exactly what I say, or Rei will pay the price. Now, get on your knees."

Yujin's hands trembled as she lowered herself onto the tatami mat. Her mind raced—she could scream, she could run, she could call the police. But the threat against Rei, the cameras, the look in his eyes—it all paralyzed her.

"Good girl," he said, stepping in front of her. "Open your mouth."

She hesitated, and he reached down, grabbing her jaw roughly. His fingers pried her lips apart, and he shoved two fingers into her mouth. They tasted of salt and tobacco, and she gagged as he pushed deeper, curling them against her tongue.

"That's it," he murmured. "Suck them. Show me you know how to obey."

Tears pricked at her eyes, but she sucked his fingers, tasting her own saliva and his skin. He pulled them out slowly, wiping them on her cheek.

"Now stand up. Bend over the arm of that chair."

The wooden arm of the old chair was smooth and worn. Yujin bent over, her dress riding up her thighs. He grabbed the hem and yanked it up, exposing her white panties. He didn't bother taking them off—just pulled them aside, his fingers finding her cunt.

"Already wet," he noted, his voice mocking. "You're a natural slut, aren't you?"

He didn't wait for an answer. His fingers pushed into her pussy without warning, two at once, then three. She gasped, gripping the chair's fabric. He pumped them in and out, his thumb pressing against her clit. Then he pulled out his fingers, wet with her, and shoved them into her ass.

"No—!" she cried out.

"Quiet," he hissed, his other hand clamping over her mouth. His fingers worked her asshole, stretching her roughly. She whimpered into his palm, tears streaming down her face.

He removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "On your knees again. I want to taste you."

He pushed her down onto the floor and knelt behind her, spreading her legs wide. She felt his tongue—rough, insistent—licking from her pussy to her asshole. He ate her out like a starving man, his tongue probing both holes, his teeth grazing her labia. She shuddered, a mix of revulsion and unwanted pleasure coiling in her belly.

"I said taste you," he growled, flipping her onto her back. "Now I'm going to eat your pussy properly. Don't you dare close your legs."

He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue fucking her cunt while his fingers worked her ass. She choked back a sob as he bit her clit—sharp, punishing—then soothed it with his tongue. He was rough, methodical, taking his time

After what felt like an eternity, he stood up. "Bend over my lap."

She obeyed, lying across his thighs, her ass in the air. His hand came down hard—smack—on her left cheek. Then the right. Again and again, each slap echoing in the quiet room. Her skin turned pink, then red, and she cried out with each blow.

He paused, running his fingers over the welts. "Beautiful," he whispered, then bit her ass cheek, his teeth sinking into the flesh. She yelped, and he bit again, nibbling along the curve of her ass, leaving marks.

He slapped her pussy, hard. She screamed. "That's for thinking you could refuse me."

He slapped her again, then again, each strike making her jerk. Her cunt was burning, her ass on fire, her mind blank with pain and humiliation.

"Get up," he ordered. "Time for the real fun."

He led her to the bedroom, where he had set up a camera on a tripod, pointing at the bed. "Smile for the camera. You're going to be a star."

He pushed her onto the bed, face down. "Prone bone. I want to feel you squirm."

He positioned himself behind her, his cock—hard, thick, uncut—pressing against her pussy. He entered her in one brutal thrust, no warning, no lubrication beyond her own wetness. She screamed into the pillow as he fucked her, his hips slapping against her spanked ass, his hands gripping her hips.

"Look at me," he said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. "Look at the camera."

He kept fucking her, deeper, harder, his pace relentless. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her. He reached around and pinched her clit, making her gasp.

"Come for me," he ordered. "Come on camera, or I'll make Rei watch this later."

Her body betrayed her. The combination of pain, humiliation, and his relentless pounding sent her over the edge. She came, shuddering, her pussy clenching around him.

"Good whore," he said, pulling out. "Now on your knees. I'm not done."

He grabbed a dildo from the drawer—a thick, veined silicone cock—and shoved it into her pussy. "Keep it in. Now the anal beads."

He held up a string of graduated beads, each one larger than the last. He pushed the first one into her ass, then the second, then the third. She gasped as they stretched her, one by one, until all six were inside. He left the string dangling from her asshole.

"Now the vibrator," he said, picking up a bullet vibe. He turned it on high and pressed it against her clit, holding it there. "Suck my cock while I play with you."

He stood in front of her, his cock at her lips. She opened her mouth, and he fucked her face, his hands gripping her hair, while the vibrator buzzed against her clit and the beads shifted inside her ass with every movement.

He came in her mouth without warning, hot and bitter, and she swallowed because she knew she had to.

"Full nelson," he said, pulling her up. He locked his arms around her neck, his hands gripping her shoulders, and entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her pussy in this new, deeper angle. "I'm going to fuck you like this until I'm ready to cum again."

He fucked her standing, her body trapped in his hold, his biceps pressed against her tits. She couldn't move, couldn't escape. The camera captured every angle.

He came again, this time pulling out and shooting his cum across her back.

He set up the dildo on a suction cup, placing it on the floor. "Ride it. I want to watch."

She lowered herself onto the dildo, her pussy stretching around it, while he watched, his hand lazily stroking his cock. He turned on a larger vibrator and pressed it against her ass, the vibrations making her moan despite herself.

"Faster," he ordered. "Or I'll wake Rei up and make her watch."

Yujin rode the dildo, her body moving on its own, tears streaming down her face. The vibrator buzzed against her asshole, the anal beads still inside her, the dildo fucking her pussy.

He came again, jerking himself onto her tits.

He pulled the beads out of her ass, one by one, each pop making her whimper. Then he pulled the dildo out of her pussy. He threw her onto the bed, spread her legs, and fucked her again—this time slower, more deliberate, looking into her eyes.

"You're going to come back tomorrow," he said. "And every day until your vacation ends. And you're going to tell Rei you had a wonderful time. Understand?"

She nodded, her voice gone.

He came inside her this time, filling her with his cum.

The camera kept recording as he pulled out, as he wiped himself with a towel, as he looked at her broken body on the bed.

"Clean yourself up," he said. "Rei will be back from the bathroom soon. Remember—one word, and I'll make sure you watch me fuck her until she bleeds."

Yujin lay there, cum dripping from her pussy, her ass sore, her face swollen from crying. She heard the toilet flush down the hall.

She had to smile. She had to pretend.

This was her life now.

[smutgivernew]

Karina's Dinner

Karina sat down on one of the chairs by the kitchen table. She was a little tired but happy that she had got the whole house spotless, it had taken her most of the afternoon but she had now nearly finished. Only the glass table to goo now and she could go and have a nice long soak in the bath.

Sighting, she thought that Josh, her boyfriend of 3 years, would be back soon, and not soon enough for her, She had woke up that morning so horny she would have nailed the first cock that came near her, she thought about using her vibrator in the bottom drawer of her dressing table but she preferred the feel of a long, hard cock inside her, rather than plastic. Also there was no fun in a vibrator either, she would just use it. Not like when Josh and her had sex. Anywhere at anytime, she loved the thrill of being caught, she always reached a massive orgasm when there was a risk.

Looking at the clock she thought that she had lasted the entire day, she can wait another 2 hours for Josh to come home, so she made herself stand up and polish the table until it sparkled.

"That should get rid of some of my tension." She thought smiling to herself as she headed off to take that soak she had wanted.

Over half an hour later, Karina was looking through her clothes trying to decide what to wear.

"Hmmm" She said to herself, "How about you!" She said, looking at a black summer dress. Moving to the mirror and holding it against herself she looked for a moment before throwing it onto the bed, it was too nice a day for black.

She thought about short cut jeans and a shirt but discarded that idea, it took too long to get the shorts off. Suddenly a thought hit her and she scrambled through her clothes, found what she was looking for, grabbed them and put them on immediately.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Karina smiled to herself. At 22 she was a knockout. Long blonde hair falling straight passed her shoulders, large blue eyes, full pink lips just made for sucking cock, a thin waist which gave her a light hourglass figure, Large Round Firm but soft tits, 36D, and although she was only 5' 6" her legs still seemed to reach on forever. She was every guys fantasy and more. Men always whistled at her when she walked anywhere and she loved it. Old men even pinched her ass when she had to walk by. Even teenagers tried to cop a feel of her amazing tits when she had to squeeze passed them. She remembered a time when two boys had offered to do the gardening for her, but couldn't keep their eyes from her body as she lay on the lounger chair sunbathing, well, she thought they deserved some kind of payment. But standing there in those clothes she could have made a gay guy straight or a straight guy cum in his pants just by looking at her.

She was wearing a short mini skirt, yellow, like the ones that she used to wear at school, yellow and white strappy shoes and a white top with two thin straps holding it over her shoulders which outlined her figure and her tits and left her belly button showing.

"Damn girl, you are one hot piece of ass!" She said to herself still smiling, then headed off downstairs for a cool drink.

Josh's car pulled into the driveway and stopped. He turned the engine off and could hardly contain himself, it was the big game tonight, Raiders Vs Dolphins in the superbowl of the century. He had been waiting for this game and knew the Raiders would just kick Dolphins ass all around the field. He had even drove too fast just to get here in time, the game started in half an hour.

"You really are looking forward to this game aren't you?" Ben said looking at him with that cheeky grin of his. At 6' 2", Ben was taller than Josh by 2" but not quite as built. They had been friends in school and had grown up together. Ben loved football too, but he loved being cheeky more.

"Damn right I am man, this is the biggest game of the season." Josh said as he got out of the car.

Heading through the front door the pair bantered with each other about old times, even thought they saw each other often they still loved doing it, and walked through to the lounge.

As soon as they walked through the door to the lounge, Karina came bounding out of the kitchen and grabbed Josh and gave him a huge hug and a long passionate kiss, probing his mouth with her tongue. After a couple of minutes, Karina seemed to realise they were not alone and broke the kiss and moved back a little.

"Oh, hiya Ben" She said smiling with a hint of red in her cheeks.

"Hey Karina" Ben replied with that cheeky grin on his face again.

"Hey babe. Ben's come over to watch the game with me tonight, you remember me sayin?" Josh asked.

"Oh yeah, of course I do." She said blushing a little more, "Sit down, I'll go get you some chips and dip. I'll be making dinner later on so don't eat too many." She laughed

"I could eat 'em all and all the dinner." Ben said after a little laugh. "I have a big appetite."

Karina gave him a little smile then walked off into the kitchen. She looked so hot in that short skirt and short top that Josh thought about cancelling watching the game and just taking her to bed. "She'll be hot for some action tonight, I can watch the game and get some later." He thought. He sat on one of the sofas as Ben sat in a chair to his left.

The lounge was large, with a sofa directly facing the t.v., one to it's right and a chair to the left, with the hallway behind the chair and the kitchen just behind the other sofa not too far away, glass doors with thin white net curtains bunched to the sides stood between the lounge and the kitchen. It wasn't an overly large house, but still big enough. The kitchen was large enough so that the doors let into a small space between the counters to the left and the table to the right, however the glass table did begin to take up a little of that space.

Karina walked to the fridge and taking out some chips and some beers she thought to herself, "Why tonight? I should have remembered that. What am I going to do? I'm so horny!"

Taking a minute to calm herself she grabbed the snacks and wen back into the lounge.

After Karina had gone into the kitchen and Ben had sat down on the chair, he thought to himself how hot Karina was. "Man I'd fuck that bitch so hard she wouldn't know what had hit her." He thought to himself. Just then Karina came back through from the kitchen with some chips and beers and walked over in front o the other sofa and bent down to put the chips on the small table in the middle of the floor.

As she bent down her top moved away from her chest and gave him a small view of her ample cleavage, If she would have bent over a little more he would have been able to stare straight down her top at those gorgeous melons of hers, but the sight of her cleavage, even for that brief amount of time, gave him a boner.

He took a quick look at Josh, no he wasn't looking, and turned back to continue ogling Karina, but when he looked back, she was sitting with her legs crossed, looking at the t.v. Ben wished he could make a bet with Josh on the game for Karina, like in the stories, then he could screw her like she needed to be screwed. But fantasy stories just don't come true, so he contented himself with looking at those gorgeously smooth legs.

Karina clenched her legs together tightly, if she didn't she knew she would start fingering herself right then and there. The game was about to begin, she looked at Josh, "How handsome he is." She thought, then made herself stop because that was only making her worse. Josh was already in to the game and didn't look at her.

Karina turned to look at Ben, his gaze shifted suddenly and looked at her face. "Had he been staring at my legs?" She wondered. Ben turned to look at the t.v. "No he couldn't have. Just your imagination girl, you are too horny." Only, when she looked at the t.v. she noticed a little while later his eyes went back to her. Every time she moved a little his eyes would instantly go back to the game, but when she was still, they went back to studying her.

"He is looking at my legs." She thought after the fifth time. She felt a little jolt of excitement flow through her stomach and had a little thought. "Well, if he wants to stare at my legs, I better give him a better look." So she shifted the way she was sitting so she was sitting with her legs tucked under her, but she had turned sideways on to the t.v. so that now, all of her right creamy thigh was facing Ben.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed his eyes open a little wider, staring at her more openly. So she decided to have a little more fun. She ran her right hand slowly up and down her right thigh, a slow caressing touch, which could have been innocently taken for an act of boredom. She also started biting the tip of her index finger on the other hand, of course, another sign of boredom. Of course.

Ben made a little fidget on the chair as if his jeans were not comfortable and even licked his lips a couple of times. After a few minutes of her caressing her thigh Karina wanted to tease Ben a little more, but she couldn't think o anything discreet enough, until she looked at the packet of unopen chips on the table. Smiling inside she stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Ben stared at Karina's ass as she swayed into the kitchen and slowly let out a shuddering breath as quietly as possible. If he didn't know better he would have said Karina had been teasing him, rubbing her hand up and down her silky thigh like she was. Then all of a sudden she just stopped after looking at the chips and walked out. He was as horny as fuck now, he even thought about going to the bathroom to jack off when Karina came back through with a white bowl in her hands.

When she got to the table, she leaned forward and placed the bowl on the table, then leaning even further forward began opening the bag of chips and gently tipping them into the bowl, making sure they looked just right. Ben's eyes, however, were not on the bowl, they went straight down Karina's top and bounced between Karina's large tits. She had leaned so far forward that he could almost see the front of her bra. As she gently shook the chips from the bag, those luscious mounds of hers jiggled from side to side. It seemed she was bent over for hours, but it must have been minutes, then, staying bent as she was, she lifted her head.

"Want any?" She asked sweetly

"Err, yes.. please." Ben said stammering

She smiled and offered him the bowl. Then after he had taken some, she offered some to Josh, who didn't move from looking at the t.v. Karina placed the bowl on Josh's lap and then straightened and sat down again, with her legs tucked under her.

20 minutes into the game, Karina all of a sudden said, "Oh, where is that magazine?" and then knelt on the sofa and bent over the back to look for her magazine. The view was incredible. With Karina bent doggie style over the sofa, Ben had a great view of her ass, although he couldn't see up her skirt. Her legs just cried out to be touched and his hard on cried out to just get up and bang her right then and there.

"She can't be teasing me." He thought, "It's just my imagination." But she looked like she was.

He tore his eyes away from her before his dick burst out of his jeans.

10 minutes later he looked back at her, legs crossed again, magazine lying on her lap, she was sucking on an Ice Pop. When she saw him look at her she looked up at him and continued sucking on it slowly, then took her mouth off it to lick the top lightly with her tongue. "When had she gotten that?" he thought. Seductivly she looked at him whilst slowly sucking the Ice Pop until she had finished. Then she threw the stick on the table and asked him if he wanted one.

"No…thanks." He said smiling. "Damn she must be teasing me." He thought "I can't take much more of this."

Karina felt like 10,000 volts of electric were being charged through her. She was flirting and teasing quite openly with that Ice Pop, but the thrill was worth it. Josh still hadn't taken his eyes off the game, she didn't think he would, but it was still fun. But even this teasing wasn't as exciting as it could be. She was hotter then ever now and she needed to get laid, and soon.

She loved risk, the more risky a situation the better for her and the more pleasure it was. Now in the total clutches of lust, with her pussy crying out to be fucked she came up with an idea.

Standing up slowly, making sure that she bent forward a little, Karina arched her back and stretched. Pushing her tits out and making them strain against her thin white top.

"Right, I'm going to make the dinner." She said when she had stopped stretching.

"Need any help?" Ben asked, his voice trembling with anxiousness.

"Sure." She said smiling at him. Damn she was horny.

As Karina walked towards the kitchen, Ben following her, she stopped and said,

"Honey, you might want to turn the volume up a little. I don't want the noise I will make, making dinner, to drown out your game."

Then she walked through the doors with Ben following her.

As they entered the kitchen Karina heard the t.v. volume rise, not much, but higher than it was. Josh knew some o the machines in the kitchen were noisy, but Karina wasn't planning on them making any noise at all. Karina would, and although Ben wasn't as good looking as Josh, he wasn't bad either, he had a cock and that's what she needed.

Walking over to the nearest counter, visible through the doors, Karina turned around and leaned against it, placing her hands to either side. Her heart was pounding almost of of her chest.

"So what do you need help with?" Ben asked, that nervous tone still shook his voice, but his hard on was plainly visible straining to get out of his jeans.

"He must be big." Karina thought to herself as she looked at the bulge. She found it difficult to control herself and not just rip his clothes off then and there.

"I was thinking, for a football game, maybe some hot dogs. But I make them a special way. Josh never complains about my hot dogs. You see, I have to oil them, that way they are lubricated and slip into the bun easier, but I always taste them first, before I use them, you can never be too careful see." As she spoke, Ben licked his lips even more, looking ready to jump on her, the nerves now replaced with pure lust and anticipation. She smiled at him.

"Come here, I'll show you how to make them." She cooed.

Ben walked towards her but as he did he pulled the glass doors closed.

"Uh-uh! They have to be stay open." She said to him with a pouty look on her face.

"But….I thought….you….didn't want to have the….noise….disturb Josh? Ben asked.

Karina almost laughed at his naivety. "I don't, but I want the risk. Now, open them, or I won't show you." She said smiling.

The doors were open again the second she finished her sentence, and with a crooked finger, ben walked up to her.

Grabbing her by the waist he pulled her to him and she locked her lips against his. Her tongue instantly probing into his mouth and circling his tongue. She locked her arms around his neck as she kissed him deeply, grinding her hips so her pussy rubbed against the bulge in his jeans.

"Mmmmmmmm" She moaned into his mouth.

She ground herself harder against him as his hand came off her ass, where he had pulled her closer to him after the kiss began, and grabbed hold of her tits, roughly squeezing and pushing them together as if he was afraid she might tell him to stop.

She ground herself more and continued moaning in his mouth as he roughly played with her large tits.

Then placing her hands against his chest she pushed him away a little and broke the kiss.

"Wha…." He started to say, but her smile quieted him.

Karina's hands slowly ran down his chest and down onto his belt buckle. She quickly but calmly opened the belt and started to work on the buttons. When they were open she pushed her hand under his boxers and grabbed his cock.

Karina felt at the large cock in her hands and trembled, she wanted it in her now, but it was far more erotic to take her time. Slowly she started to massage the thick meat in her hands while looking Ben in the eyes.

"Mmmmm, you feel good." She cooed, massaging faster. The thing never seemed to stop growing. "I think I should try some, is it good?"

"The best you'll ever have." Said Ben, looking more confident than he had.

Smiling up at him she slowly sank to her knees in front of him.

If her boyfriend looked all he would see was his hot 22 year old girlfriend on her knees ready to suck off his friend in his kitchen.

Karina had to jerk back when she pulled Ben's jeans and boxers down, as his huge cock almost hit her in the face.

Staring in disbelief at what must have been 9 or 10 inches of hard cock meat all Karina could do was gasp with wide eyes.

"You're huge!" She said incredulously.

Ben smiled down at her, "You like?"

Karina nodded, never taking her eyes from the cock in front of her, Slowly she wrapped one hand around the thick shaft. It was so hard, her fingers just about met around it's width. Placing her second hand on the meat of her boyfriends mate, she looked up into Ben's eyes.

"I think I might need to tell Josh to turn the volume up louder." She said.

And with both hands on the thick cock shaft and her eyes on his, her boyfriend's eyes on the TV not 15 feet away, she opened her mouth and lowered her head onto his dick.

The thick cock stretched her mouth wide, she had never had a dick this wide or this long before in her mouth, or her pussy, but she knew she was a good cocksucker, and she was enjoying it.

Halfway down the shaft she paused. Looking down at Ben's pubic hair, she thought, "5 more inches to go, damn he's big." So she moved her head back up the big cock shaft slowly, licking with her tongue the entire length.

Flicking her blonder hair over her shoulder, intent only on the cock before her, she began kissing the head, then gently licked down the underside and back up before opening her mouth and lowering her head slowly down the shaft, impaling her mouth on it.

Karina began to slowly bob her head up and down Ben's thick shaft, slowly working another inch further into her mouth each time, until she had the whole 10 inches in her mouth and down her throat.

Using her tongue to slash at the cock in her mouth, Karina gripped Ben's dick tightly with her lips and started to build up speed. Eyes closed, Karina bobbed her head faster on her Boyfriends friend's dick.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph" She moaned around the shaft while holding his hips to guide the cock in her mouth. Not having her hands on his dick allowed her to swallow the entire cock length into her mouth and down her throat, stopping only when her nose met the base of his love pole.

The slurping noises of the lewd cocksucking session filled the kitchen, but Josh couldn't hear any of them as the tv drowned them out.

SLURP SLURP SLURP SLURP

Karina's head was bobbing up and down ferociously on Ben's cock, willing him to cum down her throat. Her Moans became louder and then she felt Ben's hands on her head, gripping her hair, pulling her face down onto his love meat. She looked up into his eyes and then for the first time really took notice of his moans.

Ben held the beauties head as she sucked him harder and harder, faster and faster, bobbing her head up and down his raging hard dick. She was so good at this, he knew he couldn't hold back long.

"Yeah that's it baby, suck it." He said to her "Suck it while your boyfriend watches tv in the next room."

Karina moaned.

"Damn you're good." He gasped, pulling her head onto him more. He still couldn't believe she could swallow his entire dick. No woman had been able to do that before.

"You like this cock in your mouth don't you?" He teased her

She moaned in response, never taking her eyes off his. She sucked harder, bobbing that gorgeous blonde haired face up and down his cock meat, stuffing her mouth and throat full of his hard dick. He could feel the velvet touch of her throat as his dick returned to her throat. Seeing those lips slide on his dick made him want to cum straight away. He had fantasised about Karina on her knees sucking him off, but never in a situation like this.

Her eyes stayed fixed on his as her head continued it's long journey up and down his dick. It felt so erotic, having his best mates girlfriend on her knees in front of him, impaled on his dick, her mouth working and sucking his cock for all she was worth, swallowing all of his meat while her boyfriend was in the next room. What made it more hot was that they were in the middle of the door way, Karina holding his hips and bobbing her head up and down his shaft faster and faster, never loosing the dick out of her mouth for a second. But the hottest thing of all, was her eyes. Staring at his, full of lust over that cock-filled mouth, watching him as she bobbed her head up and down. The situation turned him on so much.

"Suck my dick Karina, Swallow it down that pretty throat of yours" He growled at her, still holding her head, her eyes still on his. "We're in the middle of your kitchen and the doors are open, Karina. And you're down on your knees sucking me off."

She moaned loudly and sucked harder

"Oh yeah baby! You're sucking the cock of your boyfriends best friend. Oh yeah! And you're loving it"

She opened her mouth a little this time and closed her eyes, moaning loudly around his cock, before returning her lips and staring down the length of his pole.

Looking into his eyes while she sucked and moaned, Karina moved faster. Then she took her mouth from his cock and grabbed it with a hand and started beating it.

"Your cock tastes so good." She said smiling at him teasingly. "If you're a good boy I might suck it again for you."

"You'll beg me to let you suck it when I'm done with you slut." He said, and he knew it would be true aswell judging by how she was behaving.

"Ooooo" She moaned, then returned her head back to onto his dick.

"Damn I wish I could video this." He moaned

Popping her mouth off his dick again, Karina smiled at him and said, "Maybe next time we can."

Smiling at her, he knew she would be back for more.

Still beating at his dick she smiled at him again and calmly and innocently said with her teasing smile on that beautiful face,

"Do you want to cum all over me or in my mouth?"

The question itself almost made him cum. Just thinking about either.

She seemed to sense he would cum soon and released her grip on his dick and placed her hands on his hips again. She flicked her hair out of her face again and looking up at him, slowly opened her mouth and covered the head of his cock. With her eyes fixed on his, she slid her beautiful mouth, those full pink lips back down his cock, and resumed sucking him off again.

"Damn you are a hot cocksucker" He moaned between breaths. "Your boyfriend is a lucky guy."

"Mmmmmm" She moaned at the mention of her boyfriend.

"You'll have to kiss him after this." He said as he threw his head back and pulled her down hard on his dick. Her hands were now tightly holding his ass, as he came in buckets down that lovely blonde haired throat, filling her stomach. Karina's eyes looked at him the entire time, teasing him.

Josh sat watching the football game, completely engrossed. Not realising that at that moment, less than 15 feet away, his beautiful girlfriend was on her knees with his friends 10 inch dick shoved down her throat, gulping down all of his cum after the world's greatest blowjob.

He cheered as the Raiders scored a touchdown and Karina closed her eyes while swallowing.

When Ben started cumming down her throat, Karina swallowed all that she could, some escaped out of her mouth because of how much there was, though she tried her hardest not to let any get away. What a reward for her work. She then let the cock be pulled from her mouth. She tasted the hot sticky cum in her mouth and looked up at Ben, smiled and swallowed with a loud gulp.

Karina then turned to look through the doors. She saw that Josh still hadn't moved. Occasionally she had looked in his direction while sucking Ben's cock. Seeing her boyfriend while giving his friend a blowjob had turned her on like crazy.

Licking her lips she turned to Ben ready to say ' You might need a rest before the main course.' But was stunned when she was confronted with a raging hard cock.

"You're still hard!!" She exclaimed

"I always am after a good cocksucking, but I've never been this hard before, it must be you." He replied with a large smile

Lifting her up so that she was standing while she still stared at that still hard cock, Ben grabbed her by her ass and pushed her against the counter.

She looked into his eyes and smiled as he lifted her to sit on the counter surface.

"And just what do you think you're going to do now?" She asked teasingly, again, staring straight into his eyes.

He replied as he reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down and threw them on the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you, right on this counter, right where your boyfriend could see if he just turned his head, and I am gonna make you moan so loud that you'll scream and beg me to never stop fucking you!"

She smiled teasingly at him.

"I'll moan if I choose, but scream and beg you to fuck me forever? I don't even do that for Josh!" She said

He pulled her to the edge of the counter and lined his dick up with the entrance to her pussy.

"You're not only gonna beg me, but you'll let me fuck you whenever, wherever and however I want to!"

And with those words, he thrust as hard as he could into her.

Karina had to bite her bottom lip as the huge rod of her boyfriends friend entered her fast and roughly. A loud moan still escaped her lips though. She would have screamed literally as loud as she could because of the pain and the pleasure of having her pussy stretched and filled so much so quickly, but then Josh certainly would have heard and this would just have been a fuck rather than the illicit fuck it was.

With the spear buried to the hilt in her, she settled down. The initial thrust had lifted her off the counter, but now she was sitting on it again, completely full.

"OH!" She moaned. "I've never been so full." She said a touch breathless

Ben smiled a large smile. He was just holding his cock within her, not moving at all. Not that she minded, she was full of cock at last and she was relishing in the pleasure.

"You like the feel of my dick in your pussy Karina." He said as his hands found her ass cheeks.

Her pussy gripped his dick like a vice.

"Hmmmm, I've had better." She teased.

Ben's eyebrow's rose, but then he pulled her to him and started to fuck in and out of her, hard and fast, very fast in fact.

"Oooooooooooh" Karina moaned as Ben's cock pistoned in and out of her. She threw her head back and locked her legs around his waist, tightly pulling him deeper into her.

"Oh yes, Ooooh, uh uh uh uh uh uh, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Karina moaned, gripping the edge of the counter so her knuckles went white. The pleasure she felt from the illicit fuck she was getting tore through her and she threw her head back as far as she could, moaning loudly. "OOOOOOOOOOOH!"

"So gooood" she thought. Her mouth was hanging open and her moans and groans filled the room.

"You like it bitch?" Ben moaned at Karina

"Ummmmmmmmmm, Oh, Yeah!" She moaned

"Want more?" He asked

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh" She groaned

"I said do you want more slut?" He demanded while slowing his pace.

"YEEES" She moaned loudly "Yes, oh yes, thaat's it, ooohh, ummm, yeah"

"You like me fucking you?" Ben growled

"Oh yeah, yeess, yes, yess, sooooooo goooooooood" She groaned.

Her head was as far back as she could bend it, her back arched so he could get easier access to her soaking pussy. Her hands holding a death lock on the counter as Ben fucked her thoroughly and furiously. Her large tits bounced and jolted around her chest straining against the thin white material and crying out to break free from her constraining bra.

It felt so good. She had never felt anything like this in her life. Her pussy was filled and stretched beyond belief, she was being fucked so hard she could hardly sit on the counter and above all else, this was her boyfriends friend who was fucking her while her boyfriend sat not 15 feet away in the next room, with the joining glass doors open. The volume of the tv was the only reason he couldn't hear the moaning and groaning from the other room and made him completely unaware of the brutal fucking his girlfriend was getting. All it would take would be for him to turn his head, or turn down the volume a little, to notice the erotic action 15 feet away from him.

But Karina didn't care anymore, she was being more than satisfied, reaching sexual heights that she never imagined existed as her boyfriends friend plowed relentlessly in and out of her pussy.

"Oh you're so good" Ben moaned "Better than I ever thought u would be! You're so tight and hot"

He pistoned into her harder.

"OOOOOOOOOHH!" Karina moaned "Yoouuurrr'e sooooooooo goooooooood"

Their moans filled the kitchen and battled against the sounds of the game.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Karina groaned as she ground her pussy on his cock. She knew now that she never wanted him to stop fucking her.

Ben drove his dick home over and over into the writhing beauty impaled on his thick shaft, being lifted off the counter with every thrust into her tight pussy.

"Fuck you're good" He said through gritted teeth, sweat slicked his body, but his mind was on Karina as her head hug backwards, arching her back, fucking back at him and meeting every hard thrust of his with a hard thrust of her own, impaling herself even more on his dick as hard as she could.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh!" She moaned opened mouthed

He was hypnotised by the bouncing and juggling of her large round tits. He had always wanted to see them, always wanted to touch them, just as he had always wanted to fuck Karina. Well, now he was fucking her.

He slowed his pace and stopped.

"No, no NO!" Karina complained in an angry voice

He grabbed the bottom of her white top and started pulling it up. Once she realised what he wanted, she stopped trying to fuck herself on his dick and grabbed her top, pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor. Then she reached behind and unclasped her bra, slid the straps from her shoulders and threw that on the floor too.

"You can look at these once you start fucking me again!" She said while she cupped her tits

Ben smiled, slowly pulling out and slammed hard back into her.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!" Karina groaned as the cock entered her with force again, but still she held tightly onto her tits.

He hammered into her with all of the force he could and Karina's 36D tits bounced around with her hands gripping them tightly, pushing them together with the force of his thrusts. She started to squeeze her tits and kneed them like dough as Ben fucked in to her, then she started playing with her nipples and moaning loudly again.

"Ooooohh, ummmmmmmmm, yeah" She moaned as he pinched her erect nipples. Then she roughly grabbed her tit and squezzed them as hard as she could while Ben relentlessly filled her with his long hard dick.

The eternity ring on Karina'd left hand glinted in the light as Karina squeezed her tits, groaning in the ecstasy he was giving her. He remembered when her boyfriend had given her that ring, Karina had said he was the only guy for her and the only guy she would ever be with. Now it witnessed the illicit fuck and heard all of Karinas moaning and groaning that he was so good. Ben smiled and deliberately watched the ring as his dick pumped long and hard strokes into Karina's welcoming pussy. Watching it shine in the light as Karina gripped her tits and he fucked her senseless.

Her tight hole accepted him welcomingly. Her smooth legs locked around his waist, pulled his dick deeper and deeper into her womb, her long blonde hair hung in the air as her head was back and swung violently with each thrust of his long hard dick.

"Oh baby you're pussy is so tight" He groaned

He caught a glimpse of her eyes, glazed over from the sheer pleasure her pussy was feeding to her. She would do anything for him right then, even fucked him right in front of Josh's face, had he asked. But he was enjoying the illicit fuck more. He was fucking his friends hot girlfriend and she was loving it.

Karina released her grip on her firm tits and once again grasped the counter.

"Yes, Yes, OH FUCK! OOH YEEAH! UH UH UH UH UH! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" She groaned loudly

Watching the gorgeous blonde's firm mounds roll around her chest as he thrust, he heard her moan,

"Oh yeah, Ben, uh uh, yeah"

Now he fucked her for all he was worth. Her tits went wild, rolling, bouncing and smacking against each other with a loud crack. Lifting off her chest and bouncing around as Karina was bouncing around on him.

"OOOOOOOOH" She moaned

"You enjoying this?" He asked breathlessly

"OOH YEESSSS! SOOO GOOOOOD! She moaned

"Want me to stop" Ben stared at her tits

"NOOOO!" She moaned loudly

"Tell me what you want then"

Karina moaned loudly

"Tell me!" He demanded

"FUCK ME! OH! PLEEASSE FUCK ME!" Karina screamed finally

Ben looked at the hot blonde beauty fuck him and moan and beg him to fuck her, more and more. Her tits were squashed together now as her arms were pressing them together from the side.

"OOOOOHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME" She groaned loudly

Ben obliged. Karina raised herself up, looking straight into his eyes and locked her arms around his neck.

"UH UH UH UH" She moaned, her eyes closing from the pleasure, then she forced them open to look at him. She kept on doing this, except when she spoke to him.

"Oh yeah baby, who's the best?" He asked her, still fucking wildly

"OOOOHHH, YOOOOUU ARREEE" She groaned

"Say it" He said

"OOOOOOOH, UUUMMMMM, BEN ISSS THEE BEESSSTT! UMMMMM OOOOOHHHHHH, YEAH, THHHE BESSST FUUUCK! OOOHHH YEEAHH!" She groaned as loudly as she could.

"How good?" Ben smiled

"OOOOOOOOHHHH, YOOUUR'EE THEE BESESST! UMMMM YEAH!! SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD! YOOUUUU'RE MUCHH BETTERRR THAANNN JJOOOSHH!!!" She groaned loudly

"How much better?" He demanded, She was close now! He wore a big smile now because he loved this, not only did he get to fuck this beauty with her boyfriend in the other room, but he got her to tell him he was better than her boyfriend!

"SSOOOO MUUUCHHH BEEEEETTER!!! YOUUUUUUR DIIICK ISSSS SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOO BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGG!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHH! SOOOOOOO BIIIG! SOOOOOOOOOOO FUULLLL! She moaned loudly, while looking in his eyes. "SOOOO MUUCCCHH BIGGGGGER THAAN JJOSSHHH!!!"

His thrusts went deep within her, her ripe melons were now squashing against his bare chest, although he didn't remember taking his shirt off. Her soft breasts pressed against him but they still had a firmness to them. The feel of her tits and the look of her as he fucked her, the feel of her hard nipples pressed against his chest as she pulled herself close to him. Karina's breasts squashing against him and jiggling in the space provided as she now had one hand round his neck and the other on the counter for leverage, this girl sure knew how to fuck!

"YOOOUUU FUUCKKK MEEE THEEE BESSTT!" She groaned

"I LOOOVE YOUUURR DIICK! PLEEASSE FUUUCKKK MEEE FOREVVERRR! PLEEASSSE DOON'TT STOOPPP! DON'TT EVEEE STOPPPP!" She screamed

She was his now

Deeper and harder he fucked inside her until her body tensed and she started screaming in pure ecstasy and lust.

"OH YEAH! YEA, YES, YES! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OHHHHHHH, HARDER! UMMMMMM YEAAAAH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!! UMMMMMMMMMMM, OH OH OH OH, UH UH UH UH! FUCK ME!"

She was bouncing as hard as she could onto his dick and then suddenly her back arched, and she threw her head back.

"OHHHHHHH YEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!! I'MMMM CUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIINNNGG!!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Karina shuddered on top of the dick buried in her pussy, feeling the biggest climax she had ever had in her life wash over her. If Josh had come in at that moment, she wouldn't have been able to have moved a muscle.

Her head was in the clouds and her body shivered all over from the rough fucking she just had at the hands, or the large dick, of her boyfriends best friend.

"Now that was an amazing fuck!" She thought

All of a sudden, Ben lifted her up and carried her over towards the glass table and chairs. He sat down on one of the chairs, with her straddling him. It was then that Karina realised he was still hard! "Surely he can't be hard after cumming twice!" She thought.

He seemed to read the question on her face and answered.

"I haven't cum in you yet, but I will before I go. I just wanted to fuck you a different way, ever since I saw you bend for that magazine in there."

"Doggie style?" She asked, "He wants more?!" She thought

"Yeah, over this fine glass table of yours!" He said as he stood her up.

She felt a huge loss as his dick came out of her well-fucked pussy, a pussy that had belonged only to her boyfriend up until a short while ago.

He turned her around and bent her over, resting on her elbows.

"This time I'm gonna fuck you!" He said as he entered her from behind

Karina knew that doggie style always made her feel more full of dick than any other position, but she gasped at the feel now. If she thought she had been full before, she was twice as full now.

She backed her ass up on his dick, but Ben held her still, she could see him smile at her in the mirror opposite them.

"Well, fuck me then!" She demanded

"No, no, Karina! I tell you and you beg for it." He said, slowly moving in and out of her, but not letting her have all of his cock. He held her firmly by the hips so she couldn't squirm back to fill herself with that wonderful earth shattering orgasm pole.

"Oooo" She cooed, "Oh" moaning didn't help her either. "Ahhhh, fuck me, please, I can't take this anymore, please, I want your dick, I want you to fuck me, I want your dick to please my pussy! I want it more than anything in the wor…." She stopped speaking as Ben's thick cock slammed into her from behind.

The feeling was even more amazing than before. His long thick cock, sliding in and out of her, when it should have been her boyfriend, made her groan and let her head fall to the table top.

Her nipples were grazing across the top of the table, hard and protruding, as Ben continued his long strokes pleasing her pussy.

"Ooooooooooooohh Yeeeaahhhh" Karina moaned into the glass. Raising onto her hands she slammed her pussy back onto Ben's 10 inch rod and squealed in delight.

Ben reached around and grabbed both of Karina's firm tits and squeezed as she bucked back against his hard strokes. Surely Josh should have heard some of the noise by now, or wondered where they had gotten to! He must have heard Karina's orgasm scream!

Continuing his thrusts into her, Karina turned her head to look in his eyes.

"Fuck me big boy! Fuck me good and hard! Make me cum like my boyfriend, your best friend, can't do!"

Then she moaned loudly and fell onto her elbows as he thrust even harder into her.

She was so wet. He grabbed her hips and looked in the mirror. Her face was contorted in a look of ecstasy, her eyes trying to roll into her head. Her larger tits were swaying back and forth as she gripped the edge of the round glass table.

"OOOOH, MORE, MORE!" She begged.

So he complied. Slamming into her as hard as he could, Ben loved watching the image in the reflection, but he wanted to make her scream.

"Do you love my dick?" He growled

"OOHH, YEESSS! UH! I UH LOOVE UH YOUUR BIIG MMMMMM DIICK! OH! UMMM, UH UH UH UH! SOOOOOO HAARD!" She panted. Her voice sounded like someone was drumming on her throat, and the table squeaked under the constant pressure of the illicit fuck.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK

"OH!"

SQUEAK

"YEEAAHHH! FUCKK MEE!"

SQUEAK SQUEAK

"YES! YEAH! OHHH YEAAH! YES! YES! YES! MOORE! FUCK ME, FUUCCK MEEEE! UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH!"

The moans and groans from Karina and the protests from the table carried on.

Karina slammed her pussy harder and faster on Ben's dick, moaning and begging him to never stop.

"Pleaassse doonn't stoopp! Doonnn't evverrr stooppp! FUUCKKKK ME! OHHH YEEAHH!" She moaned.

Finally the pleasure got too much for Karina and she collapsed on the table, still thrusting that tight ass back at Ben's every thrust.

She was one horny bitch that was for sure. Ben took in the whole scene and knew he would cum soon.

Karina, his best friend's hot girlfriend, was bent over their glass kitchen table, topless, wearing a short skirt, yellow and white strappy shoes, holding onto the edge of the table. Her 36D large firm tits, which caught the attention of every guy, were pressed hard into the glass, squashed down as Karina lay there. Face contorted in ecstasy, moaning, groaning, screaming and begging him to fuck her as her ass pushed back so that her pussy could help him, as his 10 inch dick pumped furiously in and out of her. Her bra and white top were lying all on the kitchen floor. She was moaning his name, the glass doors joining the kitchen to the lounge stood open and her boyfriend, his best friend, was sitting in there watching the game with the volume up because he thought Karina was cooking! But not only that, he and Karina had just fucked each other on the kitchen counter in full view of the lounge and he had brought her to a massive orgasm, one like she had never had before, after she had knelt down, again in full view of her boyfriend if he had looked, and had sucked him off and swallowed all of his seed that he shot straight down her throat. She had given him by far, the best blowjob ever.

She was screaming now! Josh must be able to hear!

"OOOHHHH YES! YES! YEAH! FUCK ME! BEN FUCKK MEE! HAARRRDDERR! OH YEAH! OH YES! UMMMM! UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH! FUUCCK MEE WHIILEE JOSHH ISS OUUTTT THEERRREE!!" She screamed.

He leaned forward and lifted her up, grabbing those tits of hers again. Cupping them from behind and squeezing them while his big dick pleased her hot pussy.

She fell forward onto her elbows again after a short while, still with his hands cupping her tits, holding them and pulling her back onto his dick with them. Pumping her full of his meat into her well-fucked pussy, he stared into the mirror watching the scene, hearing her call his name.

"Ben, OH BEN, FUCK ME! She cried loudly. "YOOUU FUUCKK MEE SOOOOOO GOOOOD! II'VVVEE NEVER FEELLT THISS GOOOOD! OHHHHH YEEEESSSSSS! She screamed.

Squeezing those tits of hers again he asked, "Can I have you when, where and how I want?"

"YES! OH YES! YOOUU CANN FUUCKK MEE, WHEENEVVER…" She panted, coming close to orgasm, "WHEERREEVER…." Gripping the table white knuckled, face contorting even more, her eyes shut, " HOWWEVVER YOOUUU WAANNNTT!"

Pushing back she moaned.

Fucking her for all he was worth Ben cried out, "I'M GONNA CUM INSIDE YOU! INSIDE YOUR GIRL JOSH!!"

Ben reluctantly let go of Karina's tits and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, yanking her head back, Karina moaned louder than before, thrust backwards as he thrust forwards as hard as he could and buried his dick to the hilt inside of her.

"YES! YES! OHHH YEEAH! I'MMMMM CUUUMMMMMINGGGGG!!!!!!" Karina screamed loudly for the second time that night.

"I'MM CUMMING!" Ben cried out, "OH YEAH, ALL IN YOUR PUSSY! I'M FILLING YOU WITH MY CUM!" He cried to Karina.

Just then his dick exploded gobs and gobs of hot sticky cum deep within Karina's pussy. Her boyfriend's friend's seed shot straight up her pussy into her womb.

Shuddering underneath him, head still yanked back by her long blonde hair, Karina groaned loudly as her own orgasm hit her. Even more powerful than the first as she thought that she had just fucked her boyfriends friend for the second time and let him cum in her. She smiled.

"Sooooo gooooood" She moaned

As their shuddering and cumming slowly started to fade, Ben let Karina's head go and she collapsed on the table. He collapsed in the chair.

"You are amazing." He told her breathlessly, "I have never cum so hard in my life."

Karina lay on the table, the glass not as cool as it had been, with her large tits squashed against the glass of the tabletop.

All she could hear was her heartbeat, her breathing and the constant words of "sooo gooood" coming from her mouth. She could feel Ben's cum deep inside of her. Two loads she had taken from him, once in her mouth, now also in her pussy. She was well fucked, she felt so tired she just lay there for a while, relishing in the unbelievable fuck she had just had and this amazing feeling she now buzzed with.

Josh still sat watching the end of the game, completely unaware that his beautiful girlfriend, the object of so many men's desires, was lying across the kitchen table after a thorough fucking from his best friend. He didn't know that she had swallowed Ben's cum and had had Ben cum deep inside her pussy after two orgasm wrenching fucks. In fact, while Karina was slamming her pussy back on Ben's long dick in the kitchen, getting filled with all of his hot cum, Josh had been eating a couple of chips with dip on watching the dolphins miss a kick. He didn't even notice they were missing! The Raiders were about to win after all!

Karina clasped her bra back over her tits and pulled the top over her head while Ben was doing up his jeans and buttoning his shirt up again.

She walked to the mirror and straightened her hair as much as she could, it still looked a mess and her face was flushed. She also had a huge grin on her face, like the cat that got the cream, or a girl who just fucked her guy's best mate in the kitchen and certainly did get the "cream". Straightening her skirt she walked unsteadily on her legs.

Ben grabbed her waist from behind and stopped her just by the glass doors.

"That was great! Next time I want to fuck you in the bed you share with Josh while he is here." He told her.

"Come round soon." She said to him and kissed his cheek, "You can get a few of the guys round for a game of poker and you can poke me." She laughed.

"Maybe some of the guys will want to play POKE-HER with you." He said reaching up and squeezing her breast.

"Mmmmm, maybe!" She said with that teasing smile.

"Wear that eternity ring, I like looking at it as you call out my name while I am fucking you." He told her

"Ooooo, I will!" With a sparkle in her eye she answered and walked back into the lounge with Ben following her.

Josh watched as the Raiders made their final touchdown to win the superbowl and he jumped up yelling and screaming.

"WOOHOO! THEY DID IT!" He yelled.

He sat down and cracked open a beer to celebrate.

Just then Karina came in from the kitchen. Her hair looked a little messed up and her face was red too. Why were her clothes crumpled? Ben came in, his shirt was crumpled and his face was red too.

"What happened to you two?" He asked

"We went to "make" dinner, it was "really hot" in there! I, we, didn't make too much noise did we?" Karina said with a smile on her face

But Josh had already dismissed it. He told her that the Raiders had won the Superbowl and she walked over to him, quickly and on very unsteady legs, had she been drinking?, hugged him and gave him a deep passionate kiss. Her tongue probing his.

She must have put too much salt in the food, as her mouth tasted salty. He asked her as much.

"You wouldn't have liked the food, Even Ben wouldn't swallow it, So I had it all. I don't mind salty food; I have had two today. It was all thick and creamy and I couldn't get enough of it. Too bad I ran out of time to "make" some more, but I'll definitely have some more again, I enjoyed it too much not too" She said proudly and with a smile at Ben.

Ben had that cheeky grin on his face again.

"Well, I better go then mate, plane to catch tomorrow you know." Ben said to Josh

"Honey, Ben wanted to ask you if you wanted to host a poker game here some night, I don't mind if you do, I have lots I could "do"." Karina said

"She must be really horny, she has that teasing smile on her face again." He thought

"Sure that's fine with me. Be prepared to lose your chips though Ben, I'm better at poker than you." Josh replied, bantering with his old friend.

"I think you had better be careful Josh, Ben is REALLY good at Poke-her" Karina said with that smile. Only Ben picked up on the added emphasis on POKE-HER though.

"I'll see you out then mate." Josh said to Ben

"Bye Ben, I'll see you soon I hope." Karina said smiling

When the two friends got to the door Ben turned around and said,

"I had fun tonight man. Thanks for asking me over tonight, it's been great. And mate, that's one great girl you have there."

Ben said thanks and Ben went out,

Karina watched as the two guys left the room. Smiling inside and outside she loved teasing Josh, especially with those words that told of what went on in the kitchen. But Josh didn't notice, and that made her feel even naughtier.

"That was so kinky," She thought to herself, "I can't wait for this poker game. I will be the most entertaining hostess there can be."

She was ready to fuck again now. Life was about to get a lot kinkier for Karina, and she was looking forward to it.

[lovecaitlined]

Karina x CEO Office Play

“Call Me Daddy”

Pairing: Karina x CEO, Karina x Bad Boy, Karina in a fivesome

Word Count: 6700++

Synopsis: Karina may look like the polished leader of Aespa, but she’s nothing but a slut who craves creampies on the daily. She can only get that from Winter’s cheating ex…that is, until she meets the new older rich CEO who she calls Daddy, who’s a fan of breeding her with creampies, too. Office play hijinks and a fivesome follow.

Patreon: Caitlined

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Sneak Peek

Karina lay on her back in the luxurious hotel bed, her tall and lean body stretched out like a cat’s. Her pale skin looked almost luminous as it glowed under the soft lighting of the room. As Aespa’s leader, she always looked so elegant and polished in public, emanating the perfect idol aura. Who would have known she was secretly a depraved slut who craved creampies on the daily?

Jack, Winter’s cheating ex, hovered over her, his hips snapping forward as he drove his thick cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. Karina’s large, sparkling eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, her soft moans filling the room like sweet music. “Mmm…yes, just like that,” she murmured, her voice breathless and needy.

Jack kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling messily as he fondled her small, perky breasts as he fucked her, pinching and rolling her sensitive pink nipples between his fingers. Her slender, model-esque body arched beautifully beneath him, with her long legs wrapped loosely around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck, Karina…you’re so tight,” Jack groaned against her lips, pounding harder. “Always acting like such a proper leader…but you’re just a little slut, aren’t you? Fucking your friend’s ex like this?”

Karina whimpered into the kiss, her inner walls clenching around his girthy cock. “Yes…mm, fill me up, Jack, please…”

Truth be told, Karina was addicted to creampies. She was obsessed with the feeling of hot, thick cum flooding her womb. Very few people knew about or were willing to indulge her secret fantasy, but Jack was more than happy to use her whenever he wanted. Winter had no idea her bandmate was secretly fucking her ex behind her back. As for Jack, despite cheating egregiously first, he was still salty over the fact that Winter had gotten back at him by indulging in a fivesome with some sickeningly pretty boy band members. It felt good that he was getting to fuck Winter’s so-called friend and leader, even if she wouldn’t get to find out about it.

Jack’s thrusts grew faster and deeper, his balls slapping against Karina’s ass as he made out with her sloppily, groping her small tits roughly. Karina’s body shook with every powerful stroke, her fair skin turning pinker from her efforts, and her moans getting higher and sweeter.

Finally, Jack couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck it, I’m cumming! Take it all, you dirty girl.”

With a deep groan, Jack buried himself to the hilt inside her. Karina’s large eyes widened in bliss as she felt him erupt—thick, hot ropes of spunk shooting straight into her womb, pulse after pulse of creamy seed flooding her tight cunt. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his load deeper, making sure every drop coated her insides. Excess semen leaked out around his cock, dripping down her pale ass and onto the sheets in sticky white trails. Karina moaned loudly into his mouth, her body trembling through her own orgasm, and her own pussy milking him greedily for every last spurt. She felt nothing but bliss—complete and utter bliss.

They stayed connected for a moment longer, kissing lazily as his cock softened inside her cum-filled pussy. Finally, Jack pulled out, a thick glob of his seed oozing from her well-fucked hole. He smirked down at how she was now leaking his cum.

“My dirty secret,” he chortled. He gave her small breasts one last squeeze, then got dressed. “Don’t tell Winter. This stays between us.”

Karina just smiled softly, still flushed and glowing, gently rubbing her lower belly where she could feel the warmth of his cum inside her. “I won’t…as long as you promise that you’ll come back soon. I need more of this.”

Jack chuckled and left the hotel room, closing the door behind him.

Alone again, Karina lay there for a while, her legs still slightly parted, feeling his cum slowly drip out of her. She sighed when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Even now, from the neck up, she looked so elegant and pure. No one would ever guess what a creampie-obsessed slut she really was.

It was hard, living like this. Being an idol with a perfect image yet having such a depraved yearning for creampies. If anyone ever found out, she would be done for. And not many male idols she knew were as depraved as her. She was pondering on how to find her next partner when her phone suddenly rang.

“Hello? Manager-nim, what’s up?” she asked, trying not to yawn. The fucking had really tired her out.

“Karina? Great news! Remember that show I was telling you about? Well, I managed to wrangle a role for you. You’ve been offered a small but important acting role in the new K-drama everyone’s talking about. The lead actors are huge names—it’ll be excellent exposure!”

“What?” Karina sat straight up in bed, her heart pounding excitedly. “That’s…that’s fantastic!” She’d been trying to book an acting role—even just a minor one—for the past six months, but there was always that problem of being underqualified for it. Even then, when producers chose to cast her, owing to her massive popularity as the leader of Aespa, it would always clash with one of the group comebacks or her solo schedules.

Her manager paused. “There’s just one condition…tomorrow afternoon, you have to meet the CEO of the beauty company who’s one of the main investors funding the project. He personally requested to meet you. Wear something professional. This could be really big for your acting career.”

Karina frowned and shifted her weight in bed, feeling another warm trickle of Jack’s cum leak from between her legs onto the sheets. “Wait, what? He wants to meet me?”

“Yes. He requested that he wants to have a one-on-one in-person interview with you. It’ll take place in his company headquarters, so you don’t have to worry about anything inappropriate taking place. I’ll pick you up at 8am sharp tomorrow at your hotel and bring you to the company building. I’m coordinating with his staff now, and one of his assistants has promised to personally escort you to his private office.”

Karina pursed her lips. “Got it. Sounds pretty interesting.”

“Really? Word on the street is that the CEO’s sister is a fan of yours. He might just be trying to wrangle a personal meet and greet session with her. Anyway, it’s getting late. Get some sleep, okay? I’ll pick you up bright and early tomorrow. Good night, Karina.”

“Good night, manager-nim.” Karina hung up. Her heart pounded as she envisioned meeting this mysterious CEO tomorrow. Slowly, a smile spread across her face. Her manager might not be aware, but this was the type of big boss she could easily wrap around her finger.

Karina’s manager picked her up the next day and brought her to the CEO’s company headquarters. Karina saw it was Natura corporation, a trendy, organic makeup brand. As promised, an assistant led Karina down the sleek, modern corridor of the company’s top floor.

As Karina chatted with the assistant, she strutted confidently in her shiny black Louboutins. She was proud of the outfit she picked out today: a tailored gray blazer over a black leather pencil skirt that hugged her tall, lean figure perfectly, accentuating her long legs and subtle, graceful curves. The blazer was buttoned for the most part, except at the very top, offering a teasing glimpse of the delicate black lace bralette underneath, pushing up her small, perky breasts.

As she walked through the hallways of the fancy office, she heard several whispers. Several employees peeked from their desks, excited and starstruck to see her up close.

“Is that Karina from Aespa?”

“Wow, she’s so much prettier in person!”

“Her face is so small. Is she the new company spokesperson?”

“I hope so, but I heard the CEO is just investing in a new drama that she’s attached to.”

“Someone get the marketing team to have her wear our products ASAP! I want to be able to meet her!”

Karina kept a pleasant yet neutral expression on her face, not making eye contact with employees but not wanting to seem rude or standoffish either. Years of media training had prepared her for situations like this. SM had always advised them to keep public interaction with fans at a bare minimum, lest some people complain about how she waved at one group of people yet ignored the other. This way, she could be fair to all her starstruck admirers.

Soon, they reached the end of a hallway. The assistant knocked once on the large oak door, then opened it. “Daepyo-nim, Karina from Aespa is here for your meeting.” Karina tried to catch a glimpse of the CEO, but it seemed like he was seated in a swivel chair and facing away from the doorway.

“Thank you. You may leave us,” a deep voice replied.

Karina shivered. Even his voice sounded sexy.

The assistant bowed and closed the door quietly behind her.

Karina stepped inside the luxurious private office, trying not to seem too in awe of the designer furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows. The man behind the massive desk in the center of the room swiveled around in his chair. She was momentarily surprised. He looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, strikingly handsome with thick salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jawline, and deep-set eyes. He stood up from his seat then, and she was impressed by his physique; he was easily six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a powerful build that filled out his tailored navy suit perfectly.

“Karina,” he said warmly, extending his hand. “I’m Nathan, founder and CEO of Natura. It’s an honor to finally meet you.”

Karina stepped forward. His handshake was firm yet gentle. “It’s nice to meet you too. I heard you have a sister who’s a big fan of Aespa?”

Nathan’s lips curved into a small smile as he held her hand a second longer than necessary. “Actually…that was me. I’m the fan. I’ve fantasized about you for a very, very long time.”

Karina’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away as Nathan continued talking.

“I won’t lie to you. I want you. But I’m not going to force anything on you. If you say no, I’ll still fully support the drama project and secure your role. No strings attached. This is entirely your choice.” He took a deep breath. “However, if you say yes…rest assured that this’ll stay between us. We can be discreet; I have all the media companies on my payroll. And you will be compensated very, very handsomely.”

Karina felt a flutter in her chest. She’d never been directly propositioned like this before. For some reason, she was drawn to his confidence. She bit her lower lip as she met his gaze. “I expected as much,” she said, trying to speak calmly. “And no worries. I’m quite…interested in what you have to offer.”

Nathan’s eyes darkened with desire. “Then it’s settled. I like how easy you are to talk to. I’ll have my driver pick you up later tonight for my private penthouse. My assistant will send you a message regarding the scheduling details. We can take things from there.”

Karina gave him a playful wink. “That sounds fantastic. Except…” She let her eyes drop seductively. “I’m ready now.”

Nathan’s grin turned predatory. He reached under his desk and pressed a button. Immediately, blackout shades covered the floor-to-ceiling windows. The soft click of automatic locks echoed next, followed by a glowing “Do Not Disturb” light appearing by the door. “There. No one will interrupt us now.”

Karina grinned. She didn’t waste any time. She began unbuttoning her gray blazer, letting it fall open to fully reveal the sheer black lace bralette clinging to her small breasts. Nathan sat back down, watching her admiringly. She quickly slid the blazer off her shoulders, exposing her tall, lean frame and flawlessly pale skin. Then she dropped gracefully to her knees and crawled across the carpet until she was in front of his swivel chair, her leather skirt riding up her thighs as she reached for his belt. She fumbled slightly with his pants until she finally managed to yank down his zipper and free his cock.

Of course, just like the successful CEO, his cock was impressive—long, thick, and meaty, with prominent veins running along the shaft. The fat head was already glistening with a bead of precum. Karina licked her lips. Plus, those huge ballocks looked like they were filled with semen.

Karina looked up at him seductively, refusing to break eye contact with him. She then leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his swollen cockhead before parting her plump lips and taking him into her warm mouth.

“Mmm…” she hummed, swirling her tongue around the fat tip of his member, reveling in the taste of his musky, salty precum. She bobbed her head slowly at first, taking more of his long meaty length with each pass, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him. Her delicate hands wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking what she couldn’t fit inside yet while her head started moving faster and faster.

Nathan groaned deeply, one hand gently threading through her hair. “Fuck…you look even more beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

Karina moaned around his thickness, the vibration traveling down his shaft. Nathan closed his eyes in pleasure. She forced herself to go deeper, relaxing her throat until she could take nearly all of him, her nose brushing against his pelvis. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips, coating his veiny cock as she sucked him with eager, wet sounds. She alternated between long, deep strokes and playful licks along the underside of his textured, veiny shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive head of his penis, flicking her tongue rapidly over the slit.

When he wasn’t closing his eyes or groaning in pleasure, Nathan sat back and enjoyed the view of Aespa’s leader servicing his cock. Her tall, lean body looked so elegant even when she was on her knees. She kept her large, sparkling eyes locked on his the entire time, looking up at him like the devoted cocksucker that she was while she worshipped his meaty cock.

Soon, Nathan’s breathing grew ragged. He gripped her hair a little tighter. “I’m close… swallow it all, Karina.”

She responded by sucking him harder, faster, taking him as deep as she could. With a low, guttural groan, Nathan finally came. Thick, salty ropes of semen flooded her mouth, spurting powerfully against the back of her throat. Karina’s eyes watered slightly but she kept sucking, swallowing every heavy spurt with soft, greedy gulps. The warm, musky taste of his semen flooded her senses as she milked him dry, refusing to let a single drop escape.

When he finally finished, she slowly pulled off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting her plump lips to his broad cockhead. She licked her lips clean, savoring the taste, then looked up at him with flushed cheeks and a small, satisfied smile.

Nathan stroked her cheek gently, breathing hard. “That was amazing. Holy fuck. You really are perfect…there’s just one problem.”

Karina raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Nathan grinned. “Can you call me ‘Daddy’ next time?”

To be continued on

PATREON

[fumiren]

Special Privilege

Author: Fumiren

Pairing: Karina (aespa) X Male Reader

Genres: Smut, Idol x Staff, Secret Affair, Power Imbalance (consensual), Fluffy AftercareTags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), titjob/titsfuck, handjobs, multiple positions, creampie, light dirty talk, Karina’s tits get a lot of attention (as they deserve). Pure fantasy.

Word: 1.1K+

Synopsis: As her personal manager, you’ve seen Karina at her most exhausted and most dazzling. But after a grueling comeback schedule, she offers you a very special kind of privilege—the kind that happens behind locked hotel doors when the cameras are off and she just wants to feel wanted for something other than the stage.

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The hotel suite was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside the tall windows. Karina had just finished her final schedule of the day—a late-night radio interview that ran long. She looked stunning as always in her fitted black dress, but you could see the tiredness in the way she kicked off her heels the second the door closed.

“You were amazing tonight,” you said, locking the door behind you like always. “The way you handled those questions…”

Karina turned, a small smirk playing on her lips. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder. “Thanks. But I’m tired of being amazing for everyone else right now.” She stepped closer, fingers tracing the collar of your shirt. “I want to be selfish tonight. With you.”

Your pulse jumped. This thing between you had been building for months—stolen glances during van rides, late-night texts, the occasional brush of hands that lingered too long. Tonight felt different. Like she’d finally decided to stop holding back.

She pulled you into a kiss that started soft but quickly turned hungry. Her body pressed against yours, soft curves molding perfectly. You cupped her face, deepening the kiss until she sighed into your mouth. When you broke apart, her eyes were already hazy with want.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

Clothes came off in a trail across the suite. By the time you reached the king-sized bed, she was in nothing but black lace panties, and you were down to your boxers. Karina pushed you onto your back and climbed on top, straddling your thighs. Her hands slid down your chest as she leaned in for another kiss.

She worked her way lower, kissing and nipping at your skin until she reached the waistband of your boxers. She tugged them down, freeing your cock—already hard and throbbing for her. Karina wrapped her elegant fingers around the base and gave a slow, teasing stroke.

“Been thinking about this,” she murmured, looking up at you through her lashes. She leaned down and took you into her mouth, warm and wet and perfect. Her head bobbed slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, then faster. The sight of Karina—global it girl—sucking you off like this was almost too much. You groaned, hand gently threading through her hair.

She pulled off for a second, stroking you firmly with her hand while catching her breath. “You’re so big… love how you feel.” Then she was back on it, taking you deeper, jerking the base in time with her mouth until your hips were bucking up involuntarily.

You had to stop her before you finished too soon. “Karina—wait. Want to feel you.”

She smiled, wiping her lips. You flipped her onto her back and kissed down her body, paying special attention to her breasts. They were full and soft, nipples already hard. You sucked one into your mouth while kneading the other, drawing pretty moans from her. Then you positioned your cock between them.

“Fuck my tits,” she said breathlessly, pressing them together around you.

The feeling was incredible—soft, warm flesh enveloping you as you started thrusting. Karina looked up at you, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the tip when it got close to her mouth. You groaned at the sight, hips moving faster, the slick slide driving you crazy. She squeezed tighter, watching your face with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Gonna come if you keep that up,” you warned.

“Do it. On my chest.”

You did, spilling across her tits with a deep groan. She looked stunning covered in you—flushed and breathing hard. You grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom and cleaned her gently, but she pulled you back down before you could finish.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

You slid her panties off and spread her legs. She was soaked. You rubbed your cock against her folds before pushing in slowly, savoring every inch. Karina’s back arched, a soft gasp escaping as you bottomed out.

“Move… please.”

You started thrusting, deep and steady. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The position let you kiss her while you fucked her—messy, open-mouthed kisses that matched the rhythm of your hips. You could feel her tightening around you already.

Switching things up, you pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. She got on all fours, ass up, looking back at you over her shoulder with that signature Karina confidence mixed with need. You gripped her hips and slid back in, the new angle making her moan louder.

“Harder,” she demanded.

You gave it to her, pounding deep. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. You reached around to rub her clit, and she came hard, clenching around your cock with a cry of your name. You kept going, chasing your own release, then flipped her back over so you could see her face when you finally came inside her, filling her up as she trembled through the aftershocks.

You collapsed beside her, both of you sweaty and spent. Karina curled into your side immediately, head on your chest, one leg thrown over yours.

“Special privilege, huh?” you teased, running fingers through her hair.

She laughed softly, the sound tired but happy. “Only for you. Don’t let it go to your head, manager-nim.”

“Too late.” You kissed the top of her head. “But I’ve got you. Always.”

She hummed contentedly, tracing patterns on your stomach. The city lights twinkled outside while the two of you stayed tangled together, the weight of schedules and cameras forgotten for a few precious hours.

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[definitelynotholystuff]

Roommates with benefits

Starring TWICE Jihyo, A Male Roommate

I stepped into the apartment three months ago, my heart still hammering against my ribs at the absurdity of it all. The rent was astronomical, far beyond what a normal person should pay for a shared living space, but this was not a normal situation. This was Jihyo's apartment. Park Jihyo. The leader of TWICE. The woman whose voice had soundtracked my late nights and whose smile had lit up screens I stared at for far too long. When the listing appeared, when I realized it was genuinely her, genuinely the opportunity to share oxygen with her daily, I signed the lease before rational thought could intervene.

The first three months dissolved into something more comfortable than I had any right to expect. Jihyo's schedule was merciless, a revolving door of tour dates, Music Bank shoots, fan meetings that sent her stumbling home at hours when the city had gone quiet. She needed someone to water the plants, to accept packages, to make sure the gas was off and the doors were locked. I needed proximity. It was an unspoken contract that worked.

Every morning became ritual. I would wake in my small room, the one adjacent to hers with only a thin wall between us, and I would emerge shirtless. Just shorts. Sometimes black, sometimes grey, always loose enough to sleep in. I would pad barefoot across the hardwood, open the curtains to let the morning light flood the living room, and collapse onto the couch with my water bottle. Jihyo had seen me this way dozens of times. She never commented, never seemed to notice the bare chest, the sleep-mussed hair, the way my shorts rode low on my hips. She would emerge fully dressed, hair done, face composed, and we would exchange pleasantries like normal roommates.

I assumed she was comfortable with it. I assumed wrong.

The morning it changed began like any other. I woke to the grey light of dawn filtering through my blinds, pulled on my black shorts, and nothing else. The fabric sat low on my hips as I walked to the kitchen, retrieved my glass from the cabinet, filled it with cold water from the fridge. I was mid-sip, my throat working against the chill, when I heard the distinctive click of her bedroom door.

She emerged.

The glass slipped from my fingers, not falling, but my grip loosening enough that water sloshed over the rim and splashed onto my bare chest. I choked, sputtering, the liquid going down the wrong pipe as I stared.

Jihyo was not wearing a shirt.

She was not wearing anything on her upper body at all.

Her breasts were bare, full and heavy and unencumbered, moving slightly with her steps. The morning light caught her skin, highlighting the soft weight of them, the darker circles of her areolas, the way they swayed as she walked without a hint of self-consciousness. Below, she wore only black panties. I recognized them immediately, the memory surfacing unbidden, the same pair she had worn in Hawaii for her birthday trip, the photos I had seen online now nothing compared to the reality three feet from me.

She moved as if she were fully clothed. As if this were normal.

"Morning," she said, her voice casual, melodic. She didn't look at me. She walked past me toward the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the floor.

I wiped water from my chin, my throat working. "Jihyo... what..."

She opened the fridge, the light illuminating her torso, casting soft shadows beneath her breasts. She hummed, a tune I didn't recognize, and pulled out a bottle of water. She twisted the cap, took a long drink, her throat moving, water spilling slightly from the corner of her mouth. It traced a path down her chin, her neck, and dripped onto her chest. She didn't flinch. She reached for a tissue from the counter, the motion making her breasts lift and shift, and she wiped at the moisture, the tissue dragging across her nipples, her skin.

"You're staring," she said, finally looking at me. Her eyes were bright, amused. Not ashamed. Not even slightly.

"I... you're..." I couldn't form words. I looked away, my face burning, my shorts suddenly feeling tight and constricting. "What are you doing?"

"Getting water," she said simply. She leaned against the counter, her hip cocked, her breasts resting against her ribs. "Is that not allowed?"

"You're naked," I managed, still not looking, my voice coming out strangled.

"I'm wearing underwear," she corrected. "You're practically naked too. I've seen you in those shorts every morning for three months. What's the difference?"

"The anatomy," I said, finding some semblance of logic. "It's different. I'm shirtless, you're... you're topless. It's not the same."

She pushed off the counter and walked toward me. I heard her footsteps, felt her presence before I saw her. She stopped in front of the adjacent couch and sat down, crossing her legs. The position did nothing to hide her; if anything, it framed her differently, the softness of her stomach, the curve of her hip, the way her breasts settled against her body.

"I know about anatomy," she said, her voice dry. "I took biology. But I also know about equality. You walk around here every morning, half-naked, comfortable as you please. Why can't I?"

"Because..." I had no answer. I turned my head, risked a look at her. She was watching me with an expression I couldn't read, challenge mixed with something else. Something curious.

"Because what?" she pressed.

"Because it's distracting," I admitted.

She smiled. It wasn't shy. It wasn't coy. It was confident, powerful. "Then that's your problem, isn't it? I'm comfortable like this. If you're not, that's on you."

Something shifted in my chest. The shock was fading, replaced by something warmer, something that pooled in my gut. I smirked, the tension breaking into something else entirely. "I've got no problem," I said, my voice steadier now. "But isn't it a bit much? For a Sunday morning?"

"Why? Because it's unexpected?" She leaned back, her arms spreading along the back of the couch. The motion lifted her breasts slightly, presented them to the room. "I think we've been tiptoeing around each other for three months. I think it's exhausting. I think..." she paused, her eyes meeting mine, "I think we should stop pretending."

"Pretending what?"

"That we don't notice each other. That this is just a roommate situation." She tilted her head. "You applied for this apartment knowing it was me. I accepted you knowing you were... you. Let's stop acting like we're strangers who just happen to share a bathroom."

The air in the room had changed. It was charged, electric. I could feel my pulse in my throat, my wrists, lower. "So what do you propose?"

She thought for a moment, her finger tapping against her lip. Then her eyes lit up with mischief. "A challenge. Tomorrow's Sunday. We both have the day off. We spend it completely naked. Not a single piece of clothing. All day. Whoever gets uncomfortable first, loses. The winner decides what the loser has to do."

"You're serious."

"Deadly."

I looked at her, at the bare skin, the challenge in her eyes. "You're on."

The night before Sunday, Saturday evening bled into the apartment with the sound of keys in the lock. I was on the couch, shirtless as had become my habit, when Jihyo stepped through the door. She was still in her outfit from the Barrel photoshoot, some combination of denim and fabric that looked expensive and uncomfortable, her hair styled within an inch of its life, makeup still perfect despite the long hours.

She kicked off her shoes without looking at me, walking past with a mumbled greeting, her body language radiating exhaustion. "Long day," she said, not a question.

"Go change," I told her. "You look miserable."

She paused, looked at me, and something in her expression shifted. Remembered. "Right. Give me a minute."

She went to her room. I heard the rustle of fabric, the snap of a bra being unhooked, the whisper of clothes hitting the floor. When she emerged, she was wearing only pink shorts.

Cotton, simple, riding low on her hips. Her breasts moved freely as she walked to the kitchen, her nipples slightly hardened from the air conditioning or the transition from the hot outdoors.

She retrieved a bag of chips from the cabinet, tore it open, and ate standing at the counter, her back to me. The muscles in her back shifted, her shoulder blades moving, the dimples at the base of her spine visible above the waistband of her shorts. She finished a handful, licked salt from her fingers, and turned.

"Tomorrow," she said, before walking back toward her room. She stopped at the threshold, looked back at me over her shoulder. Her hair was coming loose, strands falling around her face. "Remember? It's tomorrow. Let's see who breaks first."

Sunday arrived with sunlight that seemed too bright, too exposing.

I woke early, my stomach tight with anticipation. The apartment was silent. I pulled off my sleep shorts before leaving my room, standing in my doorway completely nude, my cock already half-hard from the thought of what was coming. I took a breath and walked out.

Jihyo's door opened at the same time.

She was wearing the pink shorts. Nothing else. Her breasts were bare in the morning light, the nipples darker than I remembered from the glimpse before, slightly erect from the cool air. She looked at me, her eyes dropping immediately to my hips, to what hung there between my legs.

"Let's start," she said, her voice steady. "Shall we? Or if you're uncomfortable, we can stop it right here."

I scoffed. The sound came out braver than I felt. My fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, and I pulled them down in one motion. My cock sprang free, fully hard now, bobbing slightly as I stepped out of the fabric pooled at my ankles. I kicked them aside and stood there, naked, exposed, my arousal evident and unapologetic.

Jihyo's eyebrows raised. She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my erection, on the way it stood out from my body, thick and veined. "Impressive," she said, and there was no mockery in it. Just observation.

Then she hooked her thumbs into her pink shorts and pulled them down. They fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, kicking them toward me playfully. She was bare now, completely, her pussy exposed. The hair there was neatly trimmed, a dark triangle that drew the eye, the lips slightly parted, glistening faintly with arousal she didn't bother to hide.

"Now we're even," she said.

The day stretched before us, endless and charged.

We moved around each other in the kitchen, the space suddenly too small. I was at the counter slicing an apple when she came to get coffee. She reached past me, her bare arm brushing mine, her breast pressing against my bicep as she stretched for a mug. She didn't apologize. She didn't move away. She ground the beans, the machine whirring, and when she turned to wait for the coffee, her hip bumped my ass.

"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.

"You're in my way," I said, but I didn't move.

She stayed there, pressed against me, her soft skin warm against my backside. I could feel the curve of her hip, the swell of her stomach, the way her breath moved her chest. I turned slightly, and my cock brushed her thigh. She didn't flinch.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice rough.

"You're excused," she replied, and took her coffee to the living room.

I followed, my erection leading the way, unashamed. I sat on the couch, the leather cool against my bare skin, and I spread my legs wide. The position opened me completely, displayed everything. I placed my hand on my cock, not stroking, just holding, resting it there in plain view.

Jihyo sat on the adjacent couch, her coffee cup in both hands, her legs crossed. The position gave me a view of her pussy, the folds visible, the pink flesh between her thighs. She sipped her coffee, her eyes flicking to my hand, to my cock, then back to the TV.

"You going to do something with that," she asked, "or just hold it like a security blanket?"

"Waiting for you to break," I said.

She laughed, a real laugh that made her breasts shake. "Not going to happen."

I started stroking. Slowly, my fist moving up and down my shaft, the friction building. I watched her watching me, her eyes following the motion of my hand, the way my thumb swirled over the head, spreading the bead of moisture that had formed there. I made it obvious, made noise, grunting slightly as I worked myself, the wet sounds of my hand on my skin filling the silence.

She didn't look away. She finished her coffee, set the cup down, and stood. She walked to her room, her ass swaying, the muscles in her back flexing. She returned holding a box of tissues.

"If you make the table or the couch dirty," she said, setting the tissues on the coffee table between us, "I'll kill you."

Then she walked back to the kitchen, her hips rolling, and placed her cup in the sink. The sound of porcelain against porcelain. The water running. She was washing it, her back to me, her ass presented to the room as she bent slightly to reach the faucet.

I kept stroking, kept watching, kept waiting for her to crack.

She didn't.

The hours passed in a haze of naked proximity. We ate lunch at the small table, both of us nude, passing dishes, our legs brushing underneath. She dropped a napkin and bent to retrieve it, her ass in the air, her pussy visible from behind, the dark cleft between her cheeks. I watched, my cock throbbing against my stomach, and she stayed bent longer than necessary, looking back at me with a smirk.

"See something you like?"

"Just admiring the view," I managed.

She straightened, sat back down, and ate her sandwich as if she were fully clothed at a business lunch.

By evening, the tension had become a physical thing, a weight in the air. I was in the living room, pretending to read, my cock still hard, still ignored, when I heard her in the kitchen doing dishes. The water running, the clink of plates.

I stood. I walked to the kitchen doorway and watched her. She was at the sink, her back to me, her hair tied up in a messy bun that exposed her neck. Her back was beautiful, the line of her spine, the way her waist narrowed before flaring into her hips. Her ass was round, perfect, the dimples at the sides visible as she shifted her weight.

I approached slowly, my bare feet silent. I stopped behind her, close enough that I could smell her shampoo, her skin. I stepped forward until my cock pressed against the cleft of her ass, the length of it nestling between her cheeks, the heat of her skin against mine.

"Oh," I said, my voice dripping with false innocence, "sorry, Jihyo. I didn't mean to touch you—"

She pushed back.

Her ass pressed firmly against my cock, her cheeks parting slightly around my shaft. She ground back, a slow, deliberate rotation of her hips that dragged her skin against my length. She turned her head, her profile visible, her lips curved in a smile.

"Were you saying something?" she asked.

She pressed back harder, rubbing against me, using my cock to pleasure herself, the friction building. I groaned, my hands coming to her hips, gripping her, pulling her harder against me.

"I was saying," I managed, my voice strained, "that I think you lost."

"Did I?" She turned fully, twisting in my grip, and her mouth found mine.

The kiss was not tentative. It was not gentle. It was the explosion of three months of tension, of mornings and evenings and stolen glances. Her tongue invaded my mouth, her hands came to my chest, her nails digging in. I groaned into her, my cock trapped between us, pressed against her stomach.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming fast. "Help me with the dishes," she said, her voice husky.

"What?"

"Help me." She turned back to the sink, her ass pressing against me again, but this time she reached for my hands, pulled them around her, placed them on the plate in the soapy water. "Guide me."

I moved behind her, my chest to her back, my cock nestled against her ass, and we washed the plate together, my hands over hers, slippery with soap. When the plate was clean, set aside, my hands didn't return to the water. They moved up, cupping her breasts, lifting their weight, my thumbs dragging across her nipples.

She gasped, arching back against me. "Yes."

I squeezed, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling them, elongating them. She moaned, a sound that vibrated through her chest into my palms. She turned again, and this time the kiss was desperate, her hands in my hair, pulling, her teeth nipping at my lower lip.

"Table," she gasped between kisses. "Now."

I lifted her. My hands went under her thighs, and I hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her pussy grinding against my stomach, leaving a trail of wetness on my skin. I carried her the few steps to the dining table and set her down on the edge, the wood cool against her ass.

I kissed her neck, my mouth trailing down, tasting the salt of her skin, the perfume at her throat. I moved lower, my lips finding the hollow above her collarbone, the swell of her breast. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue flicking against the hardened peak, my hand kneading the other breast, switching back and forth, worshipping them, the weight and softness of them, the way they filled my hands and mouth.

She moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping my hair, holding me to her. "Don't stop," she breathed.

I moved lower, my mouth tracing a path down her sternum, her ribs, the softness of her stomach. I dipped my tongue into her navel, felt her muscles contract, heard her gasp. I kept going, my hands pushing her thighs apart, opening her to me.

Her pussy was beautiful. The trimmed hair glistening with her arousal, the lips swollen and parted, the pink flesh inside visible, wet and inviting. I could smell her, musky and sweet, and it made my cock throb painfully.

I started at her knee. I kissed the inside of her thigh, high up, close to where she wanted me but not there yet. I moved to the other thigh, doing the same, teasing, making her wait. She whimpered, her hips lifting, trying to guide me.

"Please," she said, and the word broke something in me.

I licked her. A long, slow stroke from the bottom of her slit to the top, my tongue flat, dragging through her folds, gathering her taste. She cried out, her hands flying to her own breasts, squeezing them, her back arching off the table.

I did it again, and again, finding her clit with the tip of my tongue, circling it, flicking it, sucking it into my mouth. She was loud, uninhibited, her moans filling the apartment, echoing off the walls. I speared my tongue into her entrance, fucking her with it, feeling her muscles contract around me, then returned to her clit, alternating, driving her higher.

"Inside," she begged. "Please, I need you inside."

I stood, my cock bobbing, heavy and hard. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock kissing her wetness, sliding through her folds, coating myself in her. I looked at her, at her flushed face, her parted lips, her breasts heaving with her breath, her legs spread wide for me, her pussy open and waiting.

I pushed in.

She was tight, hot, slick. She enveloped me, her muscles gripping me, pulling me deeper. We both groaned, the sound mingling, becoming one noise of pure pleasure. I bottomed out, my hips pressed against hers, my cock buried to the root inside her.

I started to move.

Slow at first, long strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, feeling every inch of her around me, the way she gripped me, the wet sounds of our joining filling the room. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, harder.

"Faster," she demanded.

I obliged. I picked up the pace, my hips snapping against hers, the table creaking beneath us, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, the sight of them hypnotic. I leaned down, captured a nipple in my mouth again, sucking hard as I fucked her, the dual sensation making her scream.

I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles fluttering, her breath coming in gasps. "I'm close," she warned. "Don't stop, don't stop, please—"

I didn't stop. I fucked her through her orgasm, my hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as she came apart beneath me. She cried out, her back arching violently, her nails raking down my back, her pussy clamping down on my cock in rhythmic waves that milked me, threatened to push me over the edge.

I pulled out before I came. I wasn't done with her yet.

"Bedroom," I growled. "Couch. Now."

I lifted her again, my cock sliding against her stomach, wet with her, and carried her to the living room. I set her down on the couch, the same couch where we had spent the day tormenting each other, and she immediately turned, presenting herself to me on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy visible from behind, swollen and dripping.

"Like this," she said, looking back at me. "Take me like this."

I lined myself up and pushed back in, the angle different, deeper, hitting places that made her cry out immediately. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, and I fucked her hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the room, her breasts swinging beneath her, her hair falling around her face.

I reached around her, my hand finding her clit again, rubbing it in time with my thrusts, feeling her build again, feeling her start to shake. "Come with me," I commanded. "Come with me now."

She did. Her second orgasm was harder than the first, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing me so tight I saw stars, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I buried myself to the hilt and came, my cock pulsing, shooting deep inside her, filling her, my groan torn from my chest, my body shuddering against hers.

We collapsed together onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and sweat and cum. I was still inside her, softening but not leaving, my chest to her back, my arms around her, my hands cupping her breasts. We breathed together, hard and fast, the air cooling our skin.

"So," she said, her voice hoarse, "who won?"

I laughed, the motion making my cock slip out of her, making us both gasp at the loss. "I think we both did."

She turned in my arms, facing me, her legs tangled with mine. She kissed me, soft now, gentle, her hand cupping my face. "Roommates with benefits," she said. "Like that movie. Friends with benefits."

"Just sex," I agreed, though we both knew it was already more. "Whenever the mood strikes."

"Whenever," she confirmed, her hand drifting down between us, finding my cock again, already stirring at her touch. "Which might be sooner than you think."

I groaned, capturing her mouth again, ready for round two, the deal forgotten, the challenge won by both of us, the apartment filled with the sounds of our new arrangement.

[fumiren]

Mistake

Author: Fumiren

Pairing: Momo (TWICE) x Male Reader (with cameo Female OCs)

Word:1K+

Genres: Smut, Cheating, Secret Rendezvous, Lust and Guilt, Celebrity x Ordinary Guy Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit, heavy cheating, blowjob, swallowing, titjob/titsfuck, handjob, missionary, doggy style, riding, creampie, cum in mouth, dirty talk. Momo is needy and seductive. Dark fantasy only.

Synopsis: You told yourself the first time with Momo was a one-time mistake after a company party. But here you are again, sneaking out on your girlfriend for the third time this month because Momo’s texts are impossible to ignore. She knows exactly what she does to you, and tonight she’s determined to make sure you keep coming back.

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The rain was pouring hard when you pulled up outside the discreet apartment building. Your girlfriend, Sora, had texted you goodnight an hour ago, thinking you were at a late work dinner. Another lie. Your hands were shaking a little as you typed the passcode Momo had sent you.

This was such a fucking mistake.

But the second the door opened, Momo was there in a tiny black camisole and panties, pulling you inside by your shirt and slamming the door shut. Her mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, desperate, like she’d been waiting all day.

“You came,” she whispered between kisses, hands already tugging at your belt. “I thought maybe you’d actually stay home with her tonight.”

“I tried.” Your voice was rough as you backed her against the wall. “But you—”

“I what?” She smiled against your lips, slipping her hand into your pants and wrapping her fingers around your already hard cock. She stroked you slowly, teasing. “I what, baby?”

“You drive me crazy.”

Momo laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan when you cupped her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around your waist as you carried her to the bedroom. Her body was warm and soft, hips full and tits pressing against your chest. You’d tried to forget how good she felt, but it was impossible.

She pushed you onto the bed and stripped quickly, letting you drink in the sight of her. Momo had the kind of body that made you lose all sense—thick thighs, tiny waist, and those perfect, bouncy tits. She climbed on top and took your cock into her mouth without warning.

“Fuck, Momo—” You groaned as wet heat surrounded you. She gave head like she danced: focused, rhythmic, and filthy. Her tongue swirled around the head before she sank down deeper, taking as much as she could. One hand jerked the base while the other played with your balls. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping mixed with her soft hums of satisfaction.

She pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock, and started jerking you with both hands. “You’re so hard for me. Does your girlfriend suck you like this?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed tighter.

“Don’t,” you warned, but your hips bucked into her fist anyway.

She just smirked and went back down, sucking harder until you were right on the edge. You pulled her up before you came, flipping her onto her back.

You slid your cock between her tits, and she pressed them together for you, looking up with that needy expression that always ruined you. The soft, warm pressure was incredible as you thrust between them. Momo tilted her head and licked the tip every time it came close, moaning encouragement.

“Feels good, right? Use me however you want tonight.”

You fucked her tits faster, the sight of her pretty face and flushed chest pushing you closer. When you couldn’t hold back anymore you pulled back and came across her tits and neck. Some even landed on her cheek. Momo scooped a little with her finger and licked it off, eyes locked on yours.

But she wasn’t done. She pushed you down and straddled you, sinking onto your cock in one smooth motion. Riding you reverse cowgirl first so you could watch her ass bounce. Her pussy was tight and soaking, gripping you perfectly as she moved.

“God, you fill me up so good,” she moaned, grinding down harder.

You sat up, pulling her back against your chest and thrusting up into her. One hand played with her tits, pinching her nipples while the other rubbed her clit. She came like that, shaking and crying out your name, walls pulsing around you.

You flipped her onto all fours for doggy style, gripping her hips and pounding into her hard. The sound of skin slapping wetly filled the room. Momo pushed back to meet every thrust, begging for more.

“Deeper—yes, just like that!”

You reached around and rubbed her clit again until she came a second time, nearly collapsing. You pulled out and flipped her back to missionary so you could see her face when you finally let go. You fucked her through her aftershocks, then buried yourself deep and came hard, filling her up as she moaned into your mouth.

After a minute you pulled out and moved up her body. Momo opened her mouth eagerly, taking your sensitive cock back between her lips to clean you off. She sucked gently until you were spotless, swallowing the last drops with a satisfied hum.

You collapsed beside her, both of you breathing heavily. The guilt came rushing back as the high faded. Sora’s face flashed in your mind—her trusting smile, the way she’d kissed you goodbye this morning.

“This has to stop,” you muttered, even as Momo curled into your side, tracing patterns on your chest with her finger.

“Mm. You said that last time.” She kissed your jaw softly. “But you keep coming back. I think you like making this mistake.”

You didn’t answer. She was right.

The rain was still falling outside when you finally got dressed to leave. Momo watched you from the bed, sheets barely covering her body, looking thoroughly fucked and beautiful.

“Text me when you want to make another mistake,” she said quietly.

You nodded and slipped out, the weight of what you were doing sitting heavy in your stomach the whole drive home. Sora was probably still waiting for you to crawl into bed and hold her like nothing happened.

And you would. For now.

But you both knew you’d be back the next time Momo called.

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[fumiren]

Until 8 AM

Author: Fumiren

Pairing: Sana (TWICE) x Male Reader

Word: 3.7K+

Genres: Smut, Idol x Bodyguard, Secret Affair, Power Imbalance (consensual), Fluffy Aftercare

Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, squirting (multiple), blowjob, handjob (receiving), multiple positions (missionary, doggy, cowgirl, spooning), creampie, cum in mouth, cum on tits/body, dirty talk, overstimulation, light choking, mutual masturbation, marathon sex until morning. Pure fantasy.

Synopsis: As Sana’s personal bodyguard, you’ve spent countless nights watching over her through exhausting schedules and flashing cameras. Tonight, after a private after-party, the two of you end up alone in her hotel suite with the clock ticking until 8 AM when reality returns. What starts as comforting touches quickly turns into something much hotter—raw, needy, and unstoppable.

The hotel suite felt bigger than usual with just the two of you in it. The city lights bled through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the carpet. Sana kicked the door shut behind her with a tired little sigh, the straps of her sleek silver dress slipping off one shoulder as she leaned back against it.

“You can relax now,” she said softly, her eyes finding yours. “No cameras. No managers. Just us until 8 AM.”

You nodded, locking the door like always and slipping your suit jacket off. Being her bodyguard meant you saw every version of her—the dazzling performer on stage, the exhausted girl in the van, the playful flirt who loved teasing you when no one was looking. But tonight she looked different. Hungrier.

Sana walked over slowly, bare feet silent on the carpet. She stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of champagne from the after-party. Her fingers traced the edge of your tie before loosening it with a small tug.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” she whispered, voice lower than usual. “About you.”

Your hands found her waist automatically, pulling her closer. The second your lips met hers, the tension that had been building for months snapped. The kiss started slow and deep, but Sana quickly turned it desperate, tongue sliding against yours as her body pressed flush against you. You backed her toward the bedroom, hands roaming over the smooth fabric of her dress until you found the zipper and dragged it down.

The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a tiny black lace set that barely covered anything. Her breasts looked incredible in the dim light, full and soft, nipples already visible through the thin material. You lifted her up effortlessly—years of protective instincts making it easy—and she wrapped her legs around your waist with a breathy laugh that turned into a moan when you kissed down her neck.

You laid her on the king-sized bed, crawling over her. Sana’s hands were already working on your shirt buttons, impatient. Once your chest was bare, she sat up and pushed you onto your back, straddling your hips. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain as she leaned down to kiss you again, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in your pants.

“Been so wet for you since the car ride,” she murmured against your lips. One of her hands slipped between you, palming your cock through the fabric before unzipping you. She freed your length and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip while watching your face. “So thick… I love how hard you get for me.”

You groaned, hips bucking into her hand. Sana smiled that signature mischievous smile and slid down your body. She took her time, kissing and licking along your shaft before wrapping her soft lips around the head. The warmth of her mouth made your head fall back. She sucked gently at first, then deeper, her tongue swirling as she bobbed her head. One hand stroked what she couldn’t fit while the other cupped your balls, massaging them perfectly.

“Fuck, Sana…” you breathed, threading your fingers through her hair but not forcing her. She hummed around you, the vibration shooting straight through your body. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cock, and stroked you fast while looking up at you with those pretty eyes.

“You like my mouth, baby?” she asked, voice husky. You nodded, and she dove back down, taking you even deeper until you hit the back of her throat. The sounds she made—wet, sloppy, eager—were driving you crazy. You had to pull her off before you finished too early.

“My turn,” you said, flipping her onto her back. You peeled her panties off slowly, revealing how soaked she already was. Sana spread her legs for you without hesitation, biting her lip as you kissed down her stomach. You licked a slow stripe up her pussy, savoring her taste, then focused on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her.

She moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Yes… just like that.” Your fingers curled, hitting that spot that made her thighs shake. You sucked on her clit while pumping your fingers faster, and it didn’t take long before her breathing turned into sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna—ah!” Sana’s body tensed, and she squirted hard around your fingers, soaking your hand and the sheets beneath her. You didn’t stop, working her through it until she was trembling and pushing at your head with a breathless laugh.

You climbed back up, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on your tongue. Sana reached down and guided your cock to her entrance, rubbing the head against her slick folds.

“Inside me,” she whispered. “I need you.”

You pushed in slowly, groaning at how tight and warm she felt. Sana’s nails dug into your shoulders as you bottomed out, her legs wrapping around your waist. You started thrusting steadily, deep and rhythmic, watching her face the whole time—mouth open, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

“Harder,” she begged after a minute, and you gave it to her, pounding into her until the headboard started knocking against the wall. You reached between you to rub her clit, and she came again, squirting around your cock with a cry of your name, walls clenching so tight it almost pushed you out.

You flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours. Sliding back in from behind felt even deeper. You gripped her ass, thrusting hard while reaching around to play with her tits, pinching her nipples. Sana pushed back against you, meeting every thrust.

“Fill me up,” she moaned, voice muffled by the pillow. “I want to feel it.”

You kept going, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. When you felt yourself getting close, you pulled out and flipped her again, wanting to see her face. You entered her in missionary, hooking one of her legs over your shoulder. The new angle made her eyes roll back.

A few more deep thrusts and you buried yourself inside her, cumming hard as her pussy milked you. Sana shuddered through another orgasm, nails raking down your back.

You stayed inside her for a moment, both of you catching your breath. Then you pulled out gently and moved down, licking her clean while she twitched from sensitivity. She tugged you back up for a slow, lazy kiss.

“Still hours until 8 AM,” Sana whispered against your lips, smiling softly as she traced your chest with her fingers. Her body was flushed and glowing, hair messy in the sexiest way. “Don’t think we’re done yet, bodyguard.”

You chuckled, pulling her into your arms and kissing the top of her head. The city hummed quietly outside while the two of you stayed tangled together, hearts still racing, knowing the night was only getting started.

Sana traced lazy circles on your chest for a minute, catching her breath, but her hand soon wandered lower. She wrapped her fingers around your cock again, stroking you back to full hardness with slow, teasing movements. “Look at you… already ready for more,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Her touch was playful at first, then firmer, thumb brushing over the sensitive head until you were throbbing in her palm.

You rolled onto your side, facing her, and slid your hand between her thighs. She was still slick from before, warm and inviting. Two fingers slipped inside easily, curling gently while your thumb found her clit. Sana’s breath hitched, her hips rolling into your hand as she kept pumping you.

The room filled with soft, wet sounds and quiet moans. You kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together while you fingered her faster. She squeezed you tighter in response, her strokes matching your rhythm. It didn’t take long before her thighs started trembling again.

“Right there—fuck,” she gasped, breaking the kiss. Her pussy clenched around your fingers and she squirted again, soaking your hand and wrist. The sight of her losing control like that made you even harder.

Sana didn’t give you time to recover. She pushed you flat on your back and climbed on top, straddling you. She reached back, lining your cock up with her entrance, and sank down slowly, taking every inch until her ass rested against your thighs. The way her walls hugged you was perfect—hot, tight, and still pulsing from her last orgasm.

She started riding you with smooth rolls of her hips, hands braced on your chest. Her tits bounced beautifully with every movement, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Sana leaned forward, letting her hair fall around both of you as she kissed you messily.

“Feels so good inside me,” she whispered between kisses. You gripped her ass, helping her move faster, thrusting up to meet her. The angle let you hit deep every time, drawing pretty little whimpers from her lips.

After a while, she spun around into reverse cowgirl, giving you an incredible view of her ass as she rode you. You watched yourself disappear inside her over and over, slick sounds echoing. Sana leaned back, one hand on your thigh for balance while the other rubbed her own clit. Her moans got louder, breathier, until she came hard again, squirting around your cock and dripping down your balls.

You sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against your chest. In this spooning position, you took over, thrusting up into her while your other hand played with her tits and rubbed her sensitive clit. Sana turned her head, kissing you sloppily over her shoulder as you fucked her steadily.

“Want you to cum in my mouth this time,” she breathed. The words alone nearly pushed you over the edge.

You pulled out and she quickly turned around, taking you into her mouth again. She sucked eagerly, tasting herself on you, one hand jerking the base while the other massaged your balls. You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair as she worked you closer and closer.

“I’m close,” you warned. Sana looked up at you with those dark, eager eyes and took you deeper, humming encouragement. You spilled into her mouth with a deep groan, and she swallowed most of it, the rest leaking from the corner of her lips. She licked you clean, then crawled up to kiss you, letting you taste the mix of both of you.

You stayed like that for a bit, catching your breath, bodies pressed together. But the heat between you hadn’t faded. Sana reached down again, stroking you gently, her lips brushing your ear.

“Still not done with you,” she teased, nipping at your lobe. “We’ve got hours left.”

You flipped her onto her stomach once more, but this time you took it slower, kissing down her spine before spreading her legs and sliding back inside her from behind. The lazy, deep thrusts felt intimate after the intensity earlier. Sana pushed her ass back against you, meeting every movement, soft moans muffled against the pillow.

Your hand slipped under her to rub her clit in slow circles. She came again—quieter this time, but no less intense—her body shuddering beneath yours. You kept going, chasing your own release, and when it hit you filled her pussy once more, hips pressed tight against her ass as you groaned her name.

Collapsing beside her, you pulled Sana close, spooning her properly this time. She nestled back into you, sweaty and glowing, one leg tangled with yours. Your hand rested on her stomach, thumb stroking softly while she hummed contentedly.

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The sky outside was still dark, the clock nowhere near 8 AM. Her breathing was slowing down, but you could already feel the way her body shifted against yours—subtle, restless, promising there was plenty more to come before morning light forced you both back into your usual roles.

Sana turned in your arms, facing you fully now. Her fingers danced along your jaw before she leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss that quickly grew heated again. You could feel her nipples brushing against your chest, still hard and sensitive. Without breaking the kiss, she hooked one leg over your hip, grinding her wet pussy against your thigh.

You reached down, slipping two fingers back inside her easily. She was soaked, practically dripping. You pumped them lazily at first, then faster, curling them just right while your palm rubbed against her clit. Sana moaned into your mouth, her hand finding your cock and stroking it back to life with long, firm pulls.

“Shower,” she whispered breathlessly after a few minutes. “I want you in the shower.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You scooped her up, carrying her to the luxurious bathroom. The glass enclosure was huge, and you turned the water on hot, steam quickly filling the space. Under the spray, Sana dropped to her knees immediately, water cascading over her hair and shoulders as she took you into her mouth again. She sucked you deep and sloppy, water mixing with her saliva as she looked up at you with wet lashes.

You pulled her back up after a while, spinning her around so her hands braced against the tiled wall. You spread her legs and thrust into her from behind, the hot water making everything slicker. The sound of skin slapping wetly mixed with the shower’s rush. Sana pushed back against you, arching her back beautifully, her moans echoing off the walls.

You reached around to rub her clit while pounding into her, and she came hard—squirting down her thighs and onto the shower floor, her legs shaking so much you had to hold her up. You kept fucking her through it, chasing your own high, before pulling out and painting her ass and lower back with thick ropes of cum. The water washed most of it away quickly, but the sight stayed burned in your mind.

You turned her around, kissing her deeply under the spray. Sana grabbed the body wash, soaping up her hands and running them all over your body, paying special attention to your cock until you were hard again. You returned the favor, soaping her tits and sliding your fingers between her legs until she was whimpering and grinding against your hand.

Back in the bedroom, still slightly damp, she pushed you onto the edge of the bed and climbed into your lap facing you. Cowgirl again, but slower this time—more intimate. Sana rolled her hips in deep, sensual waves, her arms wrapped around your neck. You buried your face in her chest, sucking and licking at her tits while she rode you.

Her pace gradually quickened. You gripped her ass, helping her bounce on your cock. The new angle hit something perfect inside her, and suddenly she was squirting again, soaking your lap and the sheets. She didn’t stop, riding you through the orgasm until her movements became erratic.

You flipped positions, laying her on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs over your shoulders. This let you drive deep and hard. Sana’s hands fisted the sheets, her head tossing side to side as another orgasm built fast.

“Cum inside me again,” she pleaded, voice hoarse. “I want to feel full.”

You thrust harder, the wet sounds obscene. When you finally came, you buried yourself as deep as possible, filling her pussy while she clenched around you, milking every drop. The intensity left both of you breathless.

Instead of pulling out right away, you stayed connected, leaning down to kiss her softly. Sana’s fingers ran through your hair, her legs still wrapped loosely around you. You eventually slipped out and grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom, cleaning her gently before cleaning yourself.

She pulled you back into bed, curling against your side once more. Her body was tired but buzzing, one hand resting possessively on your chest as she traced invisible patterns with her fingertip.

The night still had a few more hours left in it, and neither of you seemed interested in sleeping anytime soon. Sana’s leg slid between yours, her breathing warm against your neck, already hinting at the next wave of need building between you.

She shifted higher, straddling your thigh again while her hand found your cock. You mirrored her, sliding two fingers back into her soaked pussy as she slowly stroked you. The two of you moved together like that for a while—lazy, sensual, eyes locked in the dim light. Her hips rocked against your hand while she twisted her wrist on every upstroke, thumb gliding over the head of your cock.

The tension built gradually until Sana couldn’t wait anymore. She climbed on top in a full sixty-nine, lowering her pussy to your mouth while taking you between her lips. You licked and sucked at her eagerly, tongue flicking her clit as she bobbed on your cock. Her moans vibrated around you, making your hips buck. She ground down on your face, chasing pleasure while sucking you deeper and sloppier than before.

You felt her thighs start to quake and pushed your tongue inside her just as she came, squirting messily over your mouth and chin. The feeling pushed you over the edge right after—she kept sucking as you spilled down her throat, swallowing greedily until you were spent.

Sana turned around and kissed you deeply, tasting both of you on each other’s tongues. You stayed like that for a few minutes, hands roaming lazily over sweat-slick skin. But the hunger was still there, quieter now but persistent.

You stood up, pulling her with you toward the tall window overlooking the city. The glass was cool against her front as you pressed her against it from behind. Sana braced her hands on the window, arching her back as you slid into her again. The view of the sleeping city below made everything feel even more forbidden.

You fucked her slow and deep at first, hands on her hips, then faster as she pushed back demanding more. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other gently wrapped around her throat—not squeezing hard, just enough to make her moan louder. She came again, legs shaking, another smaller squirt dripping down her thighs.

Turning her around to face you, you lifted one of her legs and entered her again. Face to face, chest to chest, you thrust up into her while kissing her breathless. Sana’s arms wrapped tight around your neck, her tits pressed against you as she whispered filthy little encouragements in your ear.

When you felt yourself getting close again, you carried her back to the bed and laid her down. You entered her in missionary one last time, slow and intentional, savoring every second. Sana’s legs locked around your waist, pulling you impossibly deeper as she came around you, triggering your own release. You filled her completely, groaning into her neck as wave after wave pulsed inside her.

The two of you stayed connected for a long time afterward, breathing together, bodies trembling from exhaustion and pleasure. Eventually you pulled out gently and cleaned her up with a fresh towel, taking your time to be soft and careful. Sana watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.

You climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over both of you. She curled into your chest immediately, one leg thrown over yours, her hand resting right over your heart.

“Best way to spend the night,” she murmured sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. You ran your fingers through her damp hair, holding her close as the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky outside.

By the time 8 AM rolled around, the city was waking up again. Schedules, cameras, and responsibilities would come flooding back soon. But for now, in these last quiet minutes, it was just the two of you—bodies tangled, hearts steady, the memory of the long night wrapped around you like a secret.

Sana lifted her head slightly, meeting your eyes with that familiar playful spark mixed with something warmer. “Until next time, bodyguard.”

You kissed her forehead, pulling her even closer. “I’ll be right here.”

Part 2?

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[fumiren]

Energy Booster

Author: Fumiren

Pairing: Yujin (IVE) x Male Reader

Word: 1K+

Genres: Smut, Sports AU, Cheerleader x Basketball Player, Secret Relationship, Quickie Motivation

Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, locker room sex, semi-public risk, standing sex, bent over, riding, creampie, fingering, oral, dirty talk, light spanking, multiple orgasms. Pure fantasy.

Synopsis: Your team is getting crushed—down by twenty at halftime and your shots just aren’t falling. When Yujin slips into the empty locker room in her cheer uniform to “boost your energy,” the motivation gets a lot more physical than pom-poms and chants.

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The scoreboard was brutal. Down by twenty at halftime, and the crowd was already starting to sound restless. You sat on the bench in the locker room, towel over your head, trying to shake off the frustration. Missed layups, turnovers, bad calls—it felt like everything was off tonight.

The rest of the team had gone to the coach’s office for whatever motivational speech he was cooking up. You stayed behind, needing a minute alone. That’s when the side door creaked open.

Yujin slipped in, still in her cheer uniform—short skirt, tight top with the school colors, hair in a high ponytail with a ribbon. She looked too bright for the mood in here.

“Hey, superstar,” she said softly, locking the door behind her. “You looked like you needed this.”

You lifted the towel off your head and managed a tired smile. “What are you doing in here? If someone sees—”

“No one’s coming. I told the girls I needed to fix my makeup.” She walked over, hips swaying in that tiny skirt, and straddled your lap right there on the bench. Her hands cupped your face. “You’re too tense. Let me help.”

Before you could argue, she kissed you. It started sweet, like she was trying to calm you down, but it quickly turned hungry. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you groaned, hands sliding under her skirt to grab her bare ass. No panties. Of course.

“Fuck, Yujin…”

“Shh. Just relax.” She ground against the growing bulge in your shorts, already wet against the fabric. “You’ve got a whole second half to turn this around. But first, I’m gonna boost that energy.”

She slid off your lap and dropped to her knees between your legs. In seconds she had your shorts and boxers down, your cock springing free. Yujin looked up at you with those pretty eyes and took you into her mouth, warm and eager. She sucked you deep, hollowing her cheeks, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. The sight of her in full cheerleader uniform blowing you in the locker room was insane.

You threaded your fingers through her ponytail, guiding her gently as she bobbed faster. The wet sounds mixed with your low groans. When you got close she pulled off with a pop, stroking you firmly.

“Not yet. I want you inside me.”

She stood up, turned around, and bent over the bench, flipping her skirt up. Her pussy was glistening. You stood behind her, rubbed your cock against her folds, then pushed in slowly. Yujin moaned, pushing back until you bottomed out.

“God, you’re so big tonight,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard. Use me.”

You gripped her hips and started thrusting, deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the lockers. You reached around to rub her clit while you pounded into her, making her legs shake. Yujin bit her arm to muffle her moans, but it wasn’t working great.

“Harder—please. I can take it.”

You gave it to her, slamming in deep, spanking her ass lightly. She came fast like that, pussy clenching around your cock, a cute squeak escaping her lips.

You pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the bench. She wrapped her legs around your waist as you slid back in, fucking her face-to-face now. Her cheer top was pushed up, tits bouncing with every thrust. You sucked on one nipple while pounding into her, the bench creaking under you.

Yujin’s nails dug into your shoulders. “You’re gonna win the second half. I know it. Just think about this—how good my pussy feels when you’re deep inside.”

Her dirty talk pushed you closer. You stood up fully, holding her against you as you fucked her standing. Her back pressed against the cold lockers while you drove up into her. The new angle made her moan louder, legs tightening around you.

“Cum inside me,” she gasped. “Fill me up before you go back out there.”

That did it. You buried yourself deep and came hard, pumping rope after rope of cum into her. Yujin trembled through another orgasm, kissing you sloppily as she milked you dry.

You stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, her face tucked into your neck. Then she giggled softly.

“Better?” she asked, kissing your jaw.

“Way better.” You set her down carefully, watching your cum drip down her thigh. She grabbed a towel and cleaned up quick, straightening her uniform like nothing happened.

“Score some points for me, okay?” She gave you one last deep kiss, fixing your shorts for you. “I’ll be cheering extra loud. And if you win… we finish this properly after the game.”

Yujin slipped out the side door with a wink, leaving you standing there with renewed fire in your veins. When the team came back in, you were already lacing up your shoes, the frustration from the first half gone.

The second half was different. You came out aggressive, hitting shots you’d been missing, making plays that got the crowd roaring. Every time you looked over at the sidelines, Yujin was there—ponytail bouncing, smiling like she had the best secret in the world.

Final score? You won by six.

And after the game, you both knew exactly how the celebration was going to go.

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[thankyou-taeyeon]

LE SSERAFIM 260620 Seoul Music Awards red carpet

[midatwrtr]

damn that resolution was kinda low, is this better?

[cloudtransprncy]

Dumb/Problem

Kim Chaewon x Male Reader | 4k words Tags: cheating, light bratty elements, backshots, reckless decisions, tension, guilty pleasure Next Pt 2.

Cutting class to get a break? Nah. Cutting class to fuck your girlfriends best friend? Yesssssir

Is this dumb?

Skipping class just to fuck your girlfriend's best friend?

Absolutely.

But with her soft bed under your knees and your hands gripping her hips—who gives a shit about being smart right now?

Chaewon's room is exactly like her—carefully curated chaos that feels effortless.

All-white sheets that tangle around your legs, a fuzzy cream blanket kicked to the side. Squishmallows stacked against her headboard, now knocked over from how hard the bed's shaking. BTS watching from a poster on the wall, vinyls of SZA and Keshi mounted near her mirror like trophies. Polaroids scattered across her wall—blurry concert nights, drunken smiles, memories you're not part of.

Her dresser is a mess of half-open products—lip masks, serums in glass bottles, perfumes that cost more than you make in a week. The scent of her hangs in the air—sweet vanilla with something darker underneath, something that gets under your skin and stays there.

A Bath & Body Works candle sits for show, not for burning. Makeup scattered like she got ready in a hurry—an open tube of lip gloss, an eyelash curler abandoned.

Nike slides kicked off by the bed, a Starbucks cup still half-full on the nightstand. Your hoodie thrown over her chair—she took it last week and never gave it back.

Chaewon's face is pressed into the mattress, her messy bun barely hanging on, blonde strands sticking to her neck as she gasps. She's arching her back for you, pressing her ass against you as you sink your cock into her, her pussy gripping you so tight it makes your vision blur. The wet sounds of her taking you fill the room—slick, obscene, mixed with the slap of skin on skin and those breathy little moans she tries to muffle in her pillow.

Her skin is hot beneath your hands, a thin layer of sweat making her glow in the dim light coming through her curtains. That sweet vanilla scent gets stronger as her body heats up, mixing with the unmistakable smell of sex.

Her white tank top is riding up her back, bunched around her ribs. You keep pushing it higher, needing to see more of her, to feel more of her skin under your hands. Your eyes can't get enough of her—the curve where her waist dips before flaring to her hips, the way her body trembles when you hit just right.

Rough. Desperate.

She shudders when you dig your fingers harder into her waist, leaving marks that will still be there tomorrow. Her nails claw at the sheets, hips rocking back, trying to take control, but you don't let her. You decide the pace. You decide how deep. She just has to take it.

Her breath catches on a moan when you thrust harder. She feels too fucking good, squeezing around your cock like she was made to take you, like she's trying to break your self-control.

Then—light cuts through the moment.

Your phone, half-buried in the rumpled sheets, screen glowing bright. You don't need to check it.

Eunbi.

Your actual girlfriend.

Chaewon's supposed best friend.

She has no clue. No idea you're not in calculus right now. No idea you've got her best friend's ass pressed against you, your cock buried inside her.

Probably just asking about hanging out later, or sending you some stupid TikTok that made her think of you. Something sweet and normal because that's who Eunbi is.

You flip the phone over, face down against the bed. You shouldn't be here. You should be in class. Or with Eunbi. But Chaewon pushes back against you, and those thoughts disappear real fucking quick.

Chaewon turns her head, looking back over her shoulder, breathless but still fucking smirking. "Going to ignore her like that?"

Instead of answering, you press your hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her face back into the mattress.

She moans, the sound muffled by sheets, but you can hear the smile in it. Even with your cock inside her, she's still playing games.

"Bet she'd cry if she saw you like this."

Something dark twists inside you at her words. Your grip turns bruising, thrusts harder, deeper, and whatever smugness she had vanishes in an instant.

Chaewon whimpers, nails digging into the sheets hard enough to tear them, thighs trembling. She can't keep up anymore, can't match your rhythm as you fuck her harder than anyone has before.

She gasps out something—your name, "fuck," maybe both—but it breaks into a high, desperate sound that lets you know you've won.

Eunbi is good. Beautiful. Sweet. She gives head like she read about it in a magazine. She's the kind of girl people expect you to stay loyal to.

But Chaewon? Chaewon is filthy, tight, and knows exactly how to crawl under your skin and live there.

Eunbi texts you good morning with heart emojis. Chaewon sends you pictures of her tits when she knows her best friend is sitting right beside her.

Eunbi kisses you like she's making promises. Chaewon bites your lip until you taste blood and laughs when you wince.

Eunbi's the girl you bring to prom. The girl your mom loves. The girl who makes you lunch and saves you a seat in the cafeteria. But Chaewon's the girl you ruin your life for.

She's still testing you, still pushing back against you even as she falls apart. "You're holding back," she accuses between gasps, her voice shaky but challenging.

Your jaw tightens. She always does this shit. Always wants to see how far she can push before you break.

You answer with a thrust so hard it knocks her flat against the mattress, her blonde hair spilling across the white sheets. She gasps, a shocked sound that's almost a yelp, but when she looks back at you, that fucking smirk is still there, daring you for more.

"Fuck—slow down—" she starts, but you both know she doesn't mean it.

Your fingers dig into her hips, dragging her back onto your cock as you set a pace that finally wipes that smug look off her face. Whatever game she was playing dissolves into gasping breaths and desperate moans she can't hold back anymore.

She's squeezing you so tight it's hard to think, too good to remember why this is such a fucking bad idea, too perfect to care about who keeps blowing up your phone from the other side of the bed.

Your phone vibrates against the sheets. Again. And again.

Chaewon notices, of course she does. She lets out this breathless little laugh that makes your stomach flip, barely turning her head, voice syrupy and taunting like the cherry slushies she's always drinking between classes. "Does she even make you feel this good?"

You don't answer. You push her face into the mattress instead, feeling a rush that's better than any post-game high you've ever chased.

She moans, muffled against floral sheets, but you can hear the fucking amusement in it, the way she's still enjoying this too much, like she's winning some bet with herself.

If she wants it rough, she's going to get it. And God, every bone in your stupid teenage body is screaming to give it to her.

Your hand slides up her back, fingers wrapping lightly around her throat as you lean down, your varsity track team t-shirt sticking to your chest with sweat, voice low in her ear. "Take it, take that dick."

She instantly becomes a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you, her whole body quivering. You can feel her pussy clench tight around you, gripping your cock like she's desperate to keep you inside. She licks her lips—you can feel the sticky gloss against your palm—her breath hitching in that way that makes you dizzy, and pushes her hips back against you again. A deliberate roll that makes you forget there's a calc test tomorrow you should be studying for.

That's all you need.

Your grip tightens, forcing her still, making sure she takes it. She chokes out a gasp, her whole body shuddering against yours, her thighs—always toned from cheer practice—trembling as you fuck her deeper, harder, until her teasing completely breaks apart.

At this angle, with your weight pressing her down, you can feel everything—every slick, desperate clench around your length, the obscene wetness that spreads between you each time you push back in. It's suffocating, consuming, a vice of heat wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into something you shouldn't want this badly but fuck, you'd fail every class for this feeling.

Her hand reaches back, grabbing blindly for anything to hold onto—your wrist, your thigh—until she finds your arm. She grips it hard, nails dragging over your skin, feeling the way your muscles flex under her fingers. Feeling you as she feels you inside, the same fingers that wave to Eunbi across the cafeteria now digging into your skin.

Your phone vibrates again, the buzz muffled against the rumpled sheets where you flipped it face down earlier. Neither of you look at it. Neither of you dare.

Chaewon's breathless now, moaning into the sheets, a mess beneath you, every ounce of her earlier cockiness gone, replaced by something desperate and hungry that makes you feel ten feet tall. The most popular girl in school, falling apart for you.

If you were a better person, you wouldn't be here.

But you're not. You're the kind of person who thinks about this—about her—even during fourth period when Eunbi is passing you notes with little hearts drawn in the margins.

A noise outside the room—soft, but distinct. A car door? Her mom home early? Your body tenses, every muscle tight, your breath catching mid-thrust, the reality of where you are crashing in.

Chaewon hears it too. Feels you hesitate.

And then she laughs. Breathless, airy, like this is the funniest thing that's happened all day, like the thought of getting caught is just another cheap thrill.

"Aww, scared someone's gonna catch you balls deep in me?" Her voice is teasing, dripping with amusement, even as her legs tremble beneath you, her Victoria's Secret Pink thong still dangling from one ankle.

Your fingers flex around her throat in retaliation, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. She barely has a second to process it before you slam her down, your grip unrelenting, then flip her onto her back so fast she barely has time to catch her breath, her blonde hair—perfectly highlighted last weekend at a salon that costs more than your car payment—slipping free from its messy bun, wild against the sheets.

Your cock slips free in the motion, and you grab it tight, feeling the obscene slickness coating your length, dripping from her. It's wet—wet as fuck—before you slap it against her swollen folds. The sound is loud, filthy, obscene—wet as hell. Your cock slides against her, dragging through the mess between them before you shove it back in. She shudders, her breath hitching, her thighs twitching as you tease her with the weight of it before pressing forward, sinking back inside.

Chaewon's eyes flutter, her breath catching as you force her legs up, pressing her thighs flush to her chest, pinning her in place, giving her no room to squirm away. The new angle has her gasping, hands flying up to your arms, gripping tight, her nails—freshly done in that pale pink Eunbi helped her pick out yesterday—dig into your arms, clinging tight like she's bracing for impact, like she needs something to hold onto before she breaks completely.

The bed shifts beneath you, and your phone vibrates once more, the buzz reverberating through the mattress, felt through every grinding thrust. You both feel it. Neither of you care. Not when you should be in Mr. Kim's class right now, not when Eunbi thinks you're taking notes instead of taking her best friend.

Your only focus is on the way she clenches around you, the way she gasps your name between ragged moans, the way she completely melts beneath you, nothing like the ice queen who rules the hallways.

Chaewon's hands fly to your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she pulls you down to her. There's nothing delicate about it—her kiss is messy, frantic, her lips parted, her breath hot and ragged against yours. She kisses like she's starving for it, like she wants to taste herself on your tongue, like she doesn't care how sloppy it gets.

Your tongues tangle, wet and uncoordinated, her mouth opening wider, drool slicking your chin, mixing with the sweat beading along your skin. She moans into it, needy, desperate, hips shifting beneath you, trying to keep up with the way you fuck her, so different from the composed way she presents herself in class.

You pull back just enough to catch her dazed expression, lips swollen, spit-glossed. A strand of saliva still connects you, snapping when she licks her lips, pupils blown wide with something dangerously close to obsession.

"You don't kiss her like that," she breathes, and it's not a question. It's a victory lap.

No, you don't.

Eunbi kisses soft, slow, careful—under the bleachers after school, sweet and innocent. Chaewon kisses like she wants to ruin you for anyone else. And you let her.

Your response is a sharp thrust, making her yelp, making her arms tighten around your shoulders. Her back arches off the bed, the tiny gold cross necklace her parents gave her for her birthday sliding against her collarbone, and you take the moment to move, dragging yourself out until just the tip remains before shoving back in, hard. Her breath hitches, body tightening, legs shaking.

Then you stop moving.

She whines immediately, brows furrowing, her legs squeezing around you, trying to force you to keep going. But you don't. You let the frustration build, watching her squirm, watching her writhe beneath you—wet, glistening, flushed deep with arousal. She's a fucking mess, and you're not done making her one.

You let the moment hang, let the desperation settle before tilting your head down and spitting—right on her clit. The thick glob lands exactly where you want it, shining against her swollen bud. Before she can even process it, your thumb is there, pressing in, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as you start moving again.

She chokes on her breath, body jolting like she just got caught cheating on a test.

"Fuck," she whimpers, fingers clawing at your forearms, legs shaking with every tight, controlled rub.

You're still hovering above her, watching her squirm, watching her fall apart beneath you, burning this image into your brain to replay during the classes you actually attend.

"Eunbi wouldn't let you do that," she gasps, voice breaking, teasing even as she crumbles, the same mouth that gives morning announcements over the school intercom now whimpering your name.

No, she wouldn't.

Eunbi wouldn't moan like this, wouldn't beg like this, wouldn't be dripping like this. Eunbi wouldn't take you like this, wouldn't even dream of skipping AP Lit to fuck in an empty house. Eunbi is SAT prep courses and college applications and volunteer hours.

Chaewon is this.

And that's why you fuck her harder.

Your thrusts grow rougher, deeper, driven by something reckless and insatiable, something you're too young to name but old enough to crave. Chaewon's body rocks beneath you, her moans turning sharper, breathless, spilling into the thick heat of the room. You press down, pinning her fully against the mattress, making sure she takes every inch, making sure she feels all of it.

Her nails scrape against your back, leaving marks that'll sting in the shower after practice, her legs tightening around your waist, pulling you closer, needing you deeper. Her breath stutters between gasps, each one catching higher as you fuck her harder, hungrier, as if there's no tomorrow—no girlfriend still calling, no consequence waiting outside this room, no college future that could evaporate if this gets out.

Risk of getting caught? Forgotten.

Guilt of cheating on your girlfriend? Forgotten.

Eunbi? Forgotten.

The only thing that matters is the way your cock fits so snug against Chaewon's walls, the way she clenches down, tight and desperate, squeezing you with every frantic, high-pitched moan as she completely loses all composure. The Queen Bee of your high school reduced to a whimpering mess beneath you.

She's right there, on the edge, her nails dragging, her hips bucking up, desperate to finish. But you don't let her have it. Not yet. Not when seeing her like this—completely undone, completely yours—is better than any high you've ever chased on the field.

You slow—not in pace, but in control. Shift your weight, dragging her with you, rolling her onto her side without ever slipping out. One of her legs hitches over yours, your grip securing it in place as you push in again, deeper, the angle hitting something inside her that makes her whimper, makes her entire body tense up like she's been shocked.

Her fingers claw at your arm, nails pressing into taut muscle built from varsity workouts, her breath breaking apart into sharp little gasps that fill the bedroom. She's trying to speak, trying to say something, but it keeps getting swallowed between ragged moans.

"I'm—" she tries, voice cracking, "I—fuck—"

The way she stumbles over it, how she can barely get the words out—the girl who always has a comeback, who never shuts up in class—makes something snap inside you. Your cock throbs, swelling even harder, stretching her more as her walls squeeze around you in desperation. Your grip tightens—on her thighs, her ass, her waist. You need to feel her, need to hold every part of her as she comes undone.

Your hands roam—palming the curve of her back, gripping her tits, feeling the way they bounce with every thrust. Then up, fingers tangling into her blonde hair, tugging her head back against the pillows, making sure she feels all of it, all of you.

She pulls a pillow close, biting into it, eyes squeezed shut, drowning in the way you fuck her. The room is thick with the sound of skin against skin, her breathless whimpers breaking into something higher, needier. The air is heavy, thick with sweat, with the intoxicating scent of her—her Victoria's Secret body spray mixing with the raw, musky heat of sex, the sheets carrying the evidence of it. It's overwhelming, suffocating, consuming, every breath filled with her.

You're barely holding on yourself, tension winding tight in your spine, in your stomach, but seeing her like this—seeing her break beneath you, seeing her fall apart in your hands—that's what pushes you closer to the edge.

You grit your teeth, feel your cock twitch inside her, aching, swollen, so fucking close you can taste it. "I'm close," you manage, voice rough, strained, barely holding on.

Chaewon doesn't answer—not with words. Just a moan, high-pitched and wrecked, a breathless whimper spilling past her swollen lips. She turns her head, eyes hazy, half-lidded, looking at you through the blur of sweat and pleasure. Her gaze drops, trailing down your body, watching the way you're fucking into her, the way you stretch her open, the way you own her—this girl who has everything, who everyone wants to be.

Then her hand moves—sliding between her legs, fingers brushing over her swollen, messy clit. She gasps at the contact, whines as she rubs tight, fast circles, her entire body tensing, back arching into you.

The slick, obscene sounds of it mix with her gasps, her slurred curses, her whimpers breaking into desperate, breathless pleas. "Fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck—"

You're right there. So fucking close. This moment of perfect, terrible clarity where nothing exists outside this room—not school, not your future, not even tomorrow.

Chaewon gets there first. Her entire body seizes up, legs trembling, thighs squeezing tight around your waist as she crashes into her orgasm. Her grip turns bruising, hands clawing at you—your back, your arms, your shoulders—grasping for anything, everything as she spirals.

"Oh my fuck!" she screams, head thrown back, voice breaking into something raw and desperate, loud enough that you're suddenly grateful her parents won't be home for hours.

That's it. That's what fucking wrecks you.

Your body locks up, heat pooling at the base of your spine, surging through you like a live wire, so intense it knocks the breath from your lungs. Your cock twitches violently inside her, pulsing, aching, your entire body seizing up—legs tensing, toes curling, muscles locking in place as the pleasure crashes through you. You bury yourself deep one last time before instinct kicks in, before you yank yourself out, your hands shoving her onto her back.

You stroke yourself fast, frantic, desperate, your abs clenching, hips jerking on instinct, chasing that last pulse of pleasure. The sight of her wrecked beneath you, her skin still flushed, her thighs twitching, sends you over the fucking edge. "Shit—" you groan, voice wrecked, guttural, as your cock throbs violently in your grip. The first thick spurt shoots out, streaking across her stomach, hot and filthy, splashing across the curve of her waist, her navel. The rest follows in messy ropes, dribbling down her skin, pooling between her ribs. It's everywhere—sticky, raw, a fucking mess. Chaewon shudders at the sensation, her breath hitching, her thighs still twitching from the aftershocks of her own release.

She exhales, still trembling, thighs twitching, completely spent. A fucked-out smile tugs lazily at her lips as she drags a slow, shaky breath in, her chest rising, coated in the evidence of what you just did to her.

You sit back, gasping, running a hand through your sweat-damp hair, trying to catch your breath. The room smells like sex and sweat and her perfume—a combination that's going to haunt your dreams for weeks.

Chaewon stirs, reaching down without hesitation. Her fingers trail over her stomach, gathering the mess you left on her, scooping up a streak from her skin and bringing it to her mouth. Her tongue flicks out, tasting it, humming low in her throat. Then she does it again—this time from her chest, then her waist, dragging her fingers through the sticky warmth, licking it up like it's second nature.

"Fuck," you breathe, voice wrecked, hand finding her thigh and squeezing it tight.

She moans softly at the contact, smirking as she stretches out beneath you, shameless. "You fucked the shit out of me," she purrs, voice thick, teasing. "Now you gonna think about it the next time you fuck Eunbi, huh?"

Your jaw tightens. The mention of her—your girlfriend—after everything you just did, after the way Chaewon looks right now, smug and satisfied and so fucking filthy, makes something snap.

Your hand flies to her throat, gripping, pinning her back into the sheets. She gasps, but it's not in protest—it's in pleasure. Her lips part, her breath hitches, eyes darkening as she tilts her chin up, inviting more, daring you.

And then your phone rings.

Not just a vibration this time. A full-blown call.

Loud. Shrill. Eunbi.

A cold weight sinks into your chest, heavy, suffocating. The real world crashing back in like a bucket of ice water.

Post-nut clarity slams into you, cutting through the heat still clinging to your skin. Everything crashes in at once—who you are, what you've done, what this means.

You let go of Chaewon's neck like she burns you, scrambling off of her, off the bed, reaching blindly for your phone. Your hands are still shaky as you grab it, answering as fast as you can, voice rough, breath unsteady.

"Hey."

Eunbi's voice is light, sweet, unaware. "Hey, why weren't you replying? It's class change."

Fuck. You swallow hard, running a hand through your damp hair. Your skin is still hot, sticky, the air thick with the lingering heat and smell of musk.

"Uh—I had to walk home to grab something."

A lie. A weak one. But it makes sense. You live close enough to the school that it's not impossible. You just hope she buys it, hope she doesn't hear how your heart is still hammering against your ribs.

"Oh," Eunbi hums. "I got worried."

As she talks, you don't notice Chaewon moving. Not until she's right there, sliding down the bed, her bare body pressing into your side, her face hovering way too close to your cock.

Your breath hitches. Your grip on the phone tightens.

She's smirking. Watching you. Waiting. The same look she gives when she knows the answer to a question no one else can solve.

"You weren't answering," Eunbi says. "I thought something happened."

"Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to worry you."

And that's when Chaewon makes her move.

She doesn't touch your cock. Not yet. Instead, her mouth goes lower, latching onto your balls, sucking wet and slow, tongue swirling over sensitive skin.

A bolt of heat spikes down your spine. Your muscles go tight, your breath cuts short, your fingers dig into the sheets.

"Shit," you almost say out loud—but bite your tongue last second.

Eunbi's still talking. You don't even register what she's saying. Something about meeting at lunch, something about the chem test next period.

Chaewon's fucking grinning, lips stretched around you, her eyes locked onto yours, waiting for you to slip up, to lose control, to moan or gasp or fucking break. The thrill of it clear in her eyes—the risk, the power she has over you right now.

You shove her back, her shoulders hitting the mattress, but all it does is make her giggle—low and sultry, like she's savoring your panic, like she enjoys watching you squirm. Too loudly. Dangerously loud.

Panic seizes your whole body. Your eyes go wide. You press a finger to your lips, mouthing, "Shhh."

Eunbi pauses on the other end. "You okay?"

You force yourself to act normal. To breathe. You push Chaewon away—physically shove her back. She pouts, but she listens, sitting back on her heels, smug and satisfied, before stretching her arms over her head, languid and unbothered. Then, just as easily, she steps off the bed, stretching like a cat, unbothered, like this was nothing more than a game to her.

"Yeah," you say, somehow steady. "I'm fine."

Through the phone, you hear Eunbi giggling, the sound of footsteps, her friends chattering in the background. She's walking to her next class. Completely unaware. The girlfriend who trusts you, who saves you a seat at lunch, who helps you study for tests you're barely passing.

"Okay," she says. "I'll see you at lunch then, babe. Love you."

Silence lingers. A pause that stretches too long.

You should say it back. You need to. But then, you look up.

Chaewon's standing at her closet, slipping on fresh clothes. Her ass is in clear view, the length of her body stretching as she moves, her legs lean and smooth. Her messy tank top clings to her body, damp with sweat, a streak of dried cum still visible on the fabric.

Your mouth feels dry. Your brain short-circuits, caught between what you should feel and what you do feel.

"I love you too," you manage to say, through everything weighing on you, and the call ends with a soft beep.

Chaewon turns to face you.

And she gives you a look.

Not smug. Not teasing.

Just dirty. Unreadable. Something dark and lingering in her eyes.

She doesn't say a word. Just grabs her shorts, turns, and walks out to the bathroom.

The door shuts.

You sit there, still gripping your phone, staring at the space she left behind. Your pulse won't slow down. Not from the panic. Not from the guilt. Not from the fact that even now, even after all of it—you still want her.

Your skin burns, your body tense, still stuck in it. Still feeling it. What you shouldn't have done. But you did. And the worst part? Some fucked-up part of you knows that if she pulled you back into that bed, you wouldn't stop her.

You should feel worse. You should hate yourself.

But Chaewon's still hot as fuck, and that's the problem.

AN: This was originally going to be a longer fic, but I ended up with a newer Chaewon idea, and she’s my ult bias so i cut this down to just the sex.

Sorry to all the Eunbi fans, dw she’ll get her own

[fumiren]

Visitor

Author: Fumiren

Pairing: Chaewon (LE SSERAFIM) x M!Reader

Word: 1K+

Genres: Smut, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Idol x Gamer Boyfriend Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, gaming room sex, surprise visit, riding (chair), bent over desk, missionary on couch, oral, fingering, creampie, dirty talk, light teasing, multiple orgasms. Pure fantasy.

Synopsis: Chaewon decides to surprise her boyfriend after a long week of schedules. She finds him deep in a gaming session in his apartment’s setup room, headphones on and focused. But she’s in the mood to steal his attention, and the gaming chair ends up getting more action than the keyboard.

The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of PC fans and occasional clicks of a mechanical keyboard. You were locked in, headset on, trying to carry your team through a ranked match that was going sideways. It had been a long day, and gaming was your way to unwind.

You didn’t hear the front door open. Didn’t hear the soft footsteps padding down the hall. Only when a pair of small hands slid over your shoulders and covered your eyes did you jump.

“Guess who?” a familiar sweet voice whispered right next to your ear.

You yanked the headset off, spinning the chair around. Chaewon stood there in an oversized hoodie (yours, of course) and tiny shorts, hair loose and a playful smile on her face. She looked ridiculously cute and way too tempting for someone who was supposed to be exhausted from practice.

“Baby? What are you doing here?” You pulled her into your lap immediately, hands settling on her waist. “I thought you had schedules until late.”

“I finished early and missed you.” She leaned in, kissing you softly at first, then deeper, like she’d been thinking about this the whole ride over. “And I know you’ve been glued to this chair all week. Figured you needed a visitor.”

Her hips shifted in your lap, grinding lightly against you. The match was still going in the background, but you couldn’t care less. You muted the mic, kissed her harder, hands sliding under the hoodie to find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Naughty girl,” you murmured against her lips.

Chaewon giggled, nipping at your bottom lip. “Only for you.”

She pushed the chair back a bit so she could stand and strip the hoodie off in one smooth motion. Her perfect tits and smooth skin filled your vision. You leaned forward, sucking one nipple into your mouth while palming the other. Chaewon sighed happily, fingers threading through your hair.

She tugged your shirt off next, then dropped to her knees between your spread legs. Your sweatpants came down easily, and she wrapped her small hand around your cock, stroking slowly before taking you into her warm mouth. Chaewon gave the best head—eager, sloppy, eyes looking up at you the whole time. She bobbed deeper, tongue swirling, until you were groaning and gripping the armrests.

“Fuck, Chae…”

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking you firmly. “I want to ride you right here. In your precious gaming chair.”

You didn’t argue. She climbed back into your lap, facing you, and sank down slowly onto your cock. The stretch made her moan softly, forehead pressed to yours. Once she was fully seated, she started moving—slow rolls of her hips at first, then faster bounces. The chair creaked under you both, wheels rolling slightly on the floor mat.

Chaewon braced her hands on your shoulders, riding you like she owned the room. Her tits bounced with every movement, and you couldn’t stop touching them, pinching her nipples, sucking marks into her neck. She felt incredible, tight and wet, clenching around you every time she came down.

“You’re so deep like this,” she gasped, grinding her clit against you. “Missed this so much.”

You gripped her ass, helping her bounce faster. The sounds of her moans mixed with the faint game audio still playing through the headset on the desk. When she got close, you reached between you and rubbed her clit. Chaewon came hard, shuddering in your lap, pussy pulsing around your cock as she buried her face in your neck.

But she wasn’t done.

She climbed off on shaky legs, turned around, and bent over your desk, pushing some of the peripherals aside. “Like this now.”

You stood up, lined yourself up, and thrust back into her from behind. The new angle was even better. You fucked her steady and deep, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip. Chaewon pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning louder.

“Harder, baby. I can take it.”

You spanked her lightly and picked up the pace, the desk shaking under her. She came again like that, legs trembling, crying out your name. You pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the desk properly. Papers and a mousepad fell to the floor as you spread her legs and slid back inside.

Missionary on the desk now—your favorite. You could see her face, kiss her whenever you wanted. Chaewon wrapped her legs around your waist, pulling you deeper. You thrust hard, the wet slap of skin filling the small gaming room.

“Gonna cum inside you,” you groaned.

“Please. Fill me up.”

You buried yourself deep and let go, pumping cum into her as she clenched around you through her own final orgasm. The release left both of you breathless, sweaty, and glowing.

You stayed connected for a long minute, kissing lazily while your heart rates came down. Eventually you pulled out, watching your cum drip down her thighs with a satisfied smirk. Chaewon laughed softly and swatted your chest.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself.”

“Can’t help it when you show up looking like that.” You helped her off the desk, then carried her over to the small couch in the corner of the room. She curled into your side immediately, tracing patterns on your chest.

“Take a break from the game tonight?” she asked, voice sleepy and content.

“Yeah. You’re way better than ranked matches anyway.”

She smiled against your skin, pressing a kiss right over your heart. “Good answer. I might visit more often if this is the welcome I get.”

You held her closer, fingers running through her soft hair. The PC fans kept humming, the monitor still glowing with the paused game, but none of it mattered. Having Chaewon here, warm and satisfied in your arms, was the only win you needed tonight.

Later you’d order food, maybe watch something together, but for now the gaming room felt a lot less like a solo space and a lot more like home.

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[jaewonthewriter]

Answer the Question

Author: @fumiren

Author Note's: Hello I'm @fumiren friend of Jaewon now is busy that's why I'm creating fics for this account for now and different format style of story I hope you enjoy. Thank you

Pairing: Yujin (IVE) x Male Reader

Wordcount: 1K+

Genres: Smut, Police Detective AU, Power Imbalance, Interrogation Room, Enemies to Lovers Vibes Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, detective x suspect, rough sex, desk sex, interrogation roleplay, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, standing doggy, missionary on desk, creampie, dirty talk, light choking, spanking, multiple orgasms, consent within fantasy. Pure fantasy.

Synopsis: Detective Yujin has been chasing leads on you for weeks. When she finally gets you alone in the interrogation room, the questions get personal… and the tension snaps. What starts as a tense standoff turns into something far more dangerous behind locked doors.

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The interrogation room was cold and sterile, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache. You sat handcuffed to the metal table, trying to look calm even though Detective Yujin had been circling you like a shark for the last twenty minutes. She was sharp in her crisp white blouse and tight black slacks, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, but those long legs and sharp eyes made it hard to focus on staying innocent.

“You’ve been dodging my questions for weeks,” Yujin said, slamming a file down on the table. She leaned over, palms flat, giving you a perfect view of the way her blouse stretched across her chest. “Answer me. Where were you on the night of the 17th?”

You smirked, leaning back as much as the cuffs allowed. “I already told you. Home. Alone.”

“Bullshit.” She straightened up, arms crossed. The room felt smaller every time she moved closer. “We both know you’re hiding something. And I’m not leaving until you give me the truth.”

The air crackled between you. This wasn’t the first time she’d dragged you in. Weeks of cat-and-mouse had built something thick and unspoken—stolen glances at crime scenes, her hand lingering too long when she patted you down. Tonight it finally broke.

Yujin walked around the table and uncuffed one of your wrists, but left the other attached. “Maybe you need a different kind of motivation,” she murmured, voice low.

Before you could respond, she grabbed your collar and kissed you hard. It was angry and hungry, all teeth and frustration. You kissed her back just as fiercely, free hand grabbing her waist and pulling her between your legs. She gasped into your mouth when you squeezed her ass.

“Fuck the questions,” she breathed, already unbuttoning her blouse. “I want answers another way.”

Clothes came off fast. Her blouse hit the floor, followed by her bra. You stood up, still half-cuffed to the table, and spun her around so her back was against the cold metal. You dropped to your knees and yanked her slacks and panties down in one go. Yujin spread her legs, one hand gripping your hair as you buried your face between her thighs.

She was soaked. You licked her eagerly, tongue sliding through her folds and circling her clit while two fingers pushed inside her. Yujin moaned, hips rocking against your mouth, the sound echoing off the bare walls.

“Shit—right there. Don’t stop.” Her detective composure cracked fast. She rode your face until her thighs shook, cumming hard with a choked gasp, flooding your tongue.

Yujin didn’t give you time to catch your breath. She pulled you up and pushed you back into the chair, dropping to her knees in front of you. Your cock was rock hard already. She looked up at you with those intense eyes as she took you into her mouth, sucking deep and sloppy. One hand stroked the base while her tongue swirled around the head. The sight of the usually composed Detective Yujin on her knees blowing you in the interrogation room was almost too much.

You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair. She took you deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, eyes watering as she worked you closer to the edge.

“Not yet,” she said, pulling off with a wet pop. She stood up, turned around, and bent over the table, ass up. “Fuck me. Now.”

You stood behind her, gripping her hips and sliding into her tight, wet heat in one thrust. Yujin moaned loud, pushing back against you. You fucked her hard like that—standing doggy against the interrogation table. The metal creaked under her with every deep thrust. You reached around to rub her clit, spanking her ass when she clenched around you.

“Answer the question,” she gasped between moans, still playing the role even as you railed her. “Who were you with that night?”

You thrust deeper, hand coming up to lightly grip her throat. “You really wanna know while I’m balls deep inside you?”

She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as you hit a perfect spot. “Fuck—yes. Harder.”

You gave it to her, pounding into her soaked pussy until she came again, legs trembling. You pulled out and spun her around, lifting her onto the table. Papers scattered everywhere. In missionary now, her legs wrapped around your waist as you slid back inside. This angle let you see her face—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with lust.

Yujin pulled you down into a messy kiss while you fucked her deep and steady. Her nails raked down your back. “Cum inside me,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to feel it.”

You couldn’t hold back. A few more hard thrusts and you buried yourself deep, groaning as you filled her with cum. Yujin came one last time with you, pussy milking every drop, her whole body shaking under yours.

For a minute the only sound was heavy breathing. Yujin stayed on the table, legs still loosely around you, your cock softening inside her. She traced a finger down your chest, a small satisfied smile on her lips.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” she said softly, almost teasing now.

You kissed her again, slower this time. “Maybe I was with you. In my head, at least. Every damn night.”

She laughed quietly, the sound warmer than anything you’d heard from her before. “Smooth talker. We’re not done here, suspect. I might need to interrogate you all night.”

You helped her off the table, both of you half-dressed and messy. She fixed her ponytail in the reflection of the one-way mirror, but the hickeys on her neck and the flush on her skin gave everything away. She tossed you the key to the remaining cuff.

“Next time,” she said, stepping close and brushing her lips against yours, “try not to make me wait so long to arrest you.”

You grinned, pulling her in for one more kiss before she unlocked the door. The hallway lights looked too bright after the dim room. As she walked you out, her hand brushed yours—hidden, secret.

Detective Yujin had her answers. And you had a feeling you’d be getting called back for more “questioning” very soon.

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[unholybacon355]

Firecracker

Son Chaeyoung x Male OC

Word Count: 4.3 K

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Tags: Semi-public sex, glory hole, blowjob, light exhibitionism, creampie.

“So… Was it fun?” Chae asked with that wide, silly grin on her face.

This time, it was Jihyo who took a few seconds to process the question, or maybe she was hesitating over whether or not to answer. When she lowered her head in defeat, it looked as if all the alcohol she’d drunk that night had been swept out of her body all at once.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Peeing isn’t that fun.” Jihyo had decided to try to maintain her dignity, or at least a little bit of it.

“Jihyo.” Chae placed her hand on her friend’s bare thigh while giving her an amused look. “You smell like sex; I can still smell cock on your breath.” Chae chuckled under her breath; Jihyo didn’t find it funny at all. “Besides…”

Chae handed her phone to Jihyo, who hit play on the video showing on the screen. Even with the club’s blaring music, Jihyo knew that the bathroom she was seeing in the video was the one she’d been in, and the moans she heard were her own. Before she could react, Chae snatched the phone from her hand and slipped it under her shirt with movements surprisingly nimble for someone who was that high.

Jihyo’s expression right now was indecipherable. While it was undeniable that her moans could be heard in the video, it was also true that she didn’t actually appear in the footage itself. The video only showed the stall door, but nothing that could reveal who the person inside was. At least not in the few seconds that Jihyo had managed to see. This left her wondering how many people knew what she’d done. Surely the others didn’t know anything; otherwise, Sana or Nayeon would be furious with her. If Mina knew what she’d done, she’d be judging her right now with that stern look of hers, but without saying a word. Since none of that was happening, Jihyo wanted to believe that no one else knew.

“How-”

“Ssshhhhh.” Chae cut her off, placing a finger on Jihyo’s lips. “Don’t worry, they don’t know.” She gestured toward her group of friends.

With a mischievous expression on her face, a far cry from the one Jihyo had right now, Chae stood up without taking her eyes off her friend. Still staring at her, she stuck out her tongue, placed a pill on it, and then swallowed it under the watchful gaze of Jihyo, who wasn’t missing a single detail of her actions.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” With those final words, Chae winked at her friend and turned away. “Last booth, right? she added this time without looking at her, already starting to walk away. Chae simply walked off, leaving Jihyo bewildered by the interaction they’d just had.

The pill took effect immediately, bringing Chae one step closer to nirvana. The club’s lights and the dancing crowd became blurry, colorful blurs passing before her eyes. The bass from the music thumped in her head like the symphony of a world moving too slowly to be real, moving at a rhythm completely out of sync with her own. A rhythm all her own that had nothing to do with that of the crowd dancing, enveloped in the heat of the night in this vacation paradise.

In any case, despite her state, she had no trouble finding the restroom. The long line outside was a clear sign of where the women’s restroom was. Of course, that wasn’t a problem for her, since she knew the stall she was looking for would be empty. After what Jihyo had done, and with the rumor spreading throughout the club, someone would have to be crazy to go in there, no matter if their bladder was about to burst or not.

She walked along the line without looking at anyone, with a single goal in mind. When she reached the stall she was looking for, the very last one, she found it sure enough unoccupied. Behind her, someone said something in a language she didn’t understand, but the mocking tone was obvious. Without giving it much thought, Chae turned around to wink at whoever she thought had spoken, and at the other people who might be watching her, and then closed the stall door.

The space was exactly what you’d expect from the restroom of a club frequented by tourists. Small, with stained walls, poorly lit, and with a smell that wasn’t exactly pleasant. It was clear that the cheap cleaner they used in the restroom wasn’t enough to mask everything that went on there. At least the toilet worked, which was silly because no one went in there to use it anyway. No one except Jihyo. The appeal of that particular stall was something quite different from being able to relieve yourself or give your bladder a break.

Chae’s outfit was simple, quite practical actually. None of the flashy accessories that Sana and Nayeon were wearing, nor was she showing any cleavage like Jihyo or Momo. Although, of course, she had much less to show off in that regard. Chae was wearing nothing but a pair of fairly comfortable sneakers, a tiny pair of shorts that clung almost tightly to her skin, and an oversized shirt that reached almost halfway down her thighs. It was true that her shorts were tiny and practically made every curve stand out, but the top prevented anything from showing and gave her freedom of movement. Tightly fastened around her waist was a fanny pack containing all her belongings, or at least everything she needed to go to the club. Her ID, her phone, some cash, her cards, and the bag of pills. Everything fit perfectly into the fanny pack, which was also hidden under her shirt.

She was already in the bathroom. Now all that was left was to see if this was actually that much fun, or if Jihyo was so desperate that anything could make her moan like crazy. That required some preparation, at least a little. Fully clothed, she wouldn’t be able to find out anything.

Being careful not to bump into the walls, Chae took off her shirt. Then, with much more effort, she managed to take off her shorts; especially since it was a huge struggle to pull her sneakers through the leg openings. After that, she took off her panties as well. She folded everything up and placed it on the toilet tank, forming a small pile topped by her fanny pack, which she used as a prop to keep her phone upright. The only things Chae was wearing now were her sneakers and the top of her bikini, a garment that was quite small but perfectly covered her even smaller breasts. Since she wasn’t big enough to give a titjob, she didn’t see the need to get completely naked.

Fiddling with her phone’s screen, she opened the camera app and checked that everything was in order, that despite the poor lighting she looked good. When she was satisfied with how her small, tattoo-covered body looked, she pressed the record button to capture what she was about to do; a much more explicit recording than the one she had of Jihyo. At least of the part she let her friend see.

Now, with the camera rolling, Chae wasn’t going to wait for it to happen, she was going to make it happen. She leaned in toward the hole, which was clearly there for sexual purposes, and looked through it. In the men’s restroom, a shadow moved. Someone was in that stall. Without fear, Chae simply stuck two fingers through the hole, trying to get the person on the other side’s attention. After tapping on the wall a few times, she withdrew her hand and waited a few seconds to see if her provocation had worked. Less than two minutes had passed when her face lit up with a broad smile, that stupid smile she had when she was high, as she watched a cock emerge through the hole.

Clearly, people expected a lot from Chae; her lifestyle brought that about. She was expected to be the odd one out in the group, the one who always dragged the others along to see art-house films or attend poetry readings. Chae was the one who listened to weird music, the one who drew things straight out of her dreams, the one who could easily get her hands on illegal substances. She was the one covered in tattoos, the odd one out. Of course, she was also expected to be promiscuous. A girl as weird as that couldn’t help but be that way in bed, too. Maybe people were right about that, or maybe Chae just did it to prove them right and reinforce their stereotype of her as a weirdo. It’s also possible that everything she’d done up to that point was in pursuit of something that would make her feel fulfilled, something she knew she’d never find in the “normality” that others embraced so easily.

You could say that this had always led her to seek out new experiences, just like what she was doing right now. An opportunity had presented itself, and she absolutely had to take it, because things like this don’t happen often in life. It’s not like she went around looking for random people to have sex with, but the prospect of trying out a glory hole was something she never would have expected. Not in her own country, at least. But of course, right now she wasn’t in her home country. She was in the bathroom of a club in the middle of a vacation with her friends, in a paradise-like destination, staring intently at a flaccid cock, one that promised to be huge once erect. Of course, this was the perfect moment to try something new.

Apparently, the man on the other side of the wall had gone to the bathroom to pee; otherwise, he would have already stuck his already hard cock through the hole. That left Chae with the responsibility of getting him out of his current flaccid state. That was easy for her, even if the man couldn’t see the wonders her body had to offer.

For now, she’d have to make do with the slow movements of her hand to masturbate the stranger, and with her thumb teasing the tip to make his cock harden. Slowly, blood began to flow; Chae could feel in her hand how, little by little, the member was growing larger and harder. It throbbed against her palm as she caressed it. She soon managed to give the stranger a full erection, and she was fascinated by the size of the cock she was looking at.

Instead of stopping her hand now that she’d achieved the erection she wanted, Chae made her strokes longer. She now had more ground to cover; the cock had grown considerably in size, so she could now give him a full-fledged handjob. The girl licked her lips at the sight of such a huge cock, which would surely take some effort to fit inside her.

She smiled at the camera before starting to move her hand furiously. From the other side, a moan could be heard, muffled by the pounding music and the thin wall separating them. This time, Chae playfully bit her lower lip, a sexy gesture that no one would see but that she liked to do anyway. Maybe the recording would turn out well; she liked to look sexy and flirty in those kinds of videos. It wasn’t as if she had many of them, just a few, and this was one of the few where she wasn’t alone.

Now she was masturbating the stranger with both hands, twisting them in opposite directions to create more friction. She pressed near the base and eased up a little as she neared the tip. The stranger simply let out muffled little moans and enjoyed the girl’s caresses.

With a crooked smile and a sparkle in her eyes that the camera couldn’t capture, Chae planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. She slid her lips down a little further until they enveloped almost the entire head and began to suck on it. Instantly, a moan was heard from the other side.

Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe she was simply letting herself go like she’d never done before, but Chae didn’t care that she was kneeling on the dirty floor. It seemed more important to her to focus on the cock she had in her hands and to prepare to take it into her mouth.

First she teased the head with her tongue, then went back to sucking just the tip, and finally took the entire head into her mouth. She sealed her lips around the throbbing member, which even with just the tip inside her was already filling her mouth.

Instantly, not only the cock but also its taste of pre-cum and urine flooded her mouth. Chae didn’t pull back or take the member out of her mouth; on the contrary, she swallowed a little more, leaning forward to take more of it inside her.

Chae didn’t stop until she felt the head bump against her uvula. Then she pulled back and took the cock completely out of her mouth, licking the tip as if it were a lollipop. The salty taste of the man’s fluids was still on the tip, but for her, that added an extra dimension she couldn’t describe. Sucking a dirty cock in an even dirtier bathroom wasn’t the ideal vacation, but it was a very exciting one.

Challenging herself to see how far she could go, Chaeyoung swallowed the cock once more, and this time she didn’t stop when she felt the head hit the back of her mouth. She kept swallowing more and more until she had almost all of it inside her, but the gag reflex made her pull back.

Practically drooling, with a string of saliva connecting her mouth to the cock, Chae jerked him off to keep him hard while gasping for air. When she felt ready, she took his cock into her mouth again, and then once more, and once more, but she couldn’t fit any more of it inside her mouth. She’d reached the limit of how much of that length she could fit inside her mouth. But luckily for her, she had other holes in her body where his cock would fit perfectly.

After standing up, she used the same saliva that had pooled on her chin to stroke her crotch. She didn’t really need to, though, because she was already soaking wet, as she confirmed when she traced circles over her pussy using three fingers. In any case, she thought that would make the video more exciting, it would be an extra turn-on for her own pleasure later when she watched it again.

It was a shame she had no way to position the phone above her to record from that angle. Maybe it would have been a good idea to have brought Jihyo along to hold the phone and film her from different angles, but she didn’t know how Jihyo would react to such an invitation now that she’d confessed that the pill was a fake. At least the one she’d given Jihyo, because Chae was sure that right now her own pupils were completely dilated. Just like a cat’s in the dark.

With the same agility as a cat, she leaned forward while standing on her tiptoes to bring her ass up to the level of the head of the cock. Gripping his member with one hand, she rubbed it against her eager center and let the head settle between her folds, parting them and fitting perfectly into them. Sighing, she set her heels back on the floor so the stranger’s cock could penetrate her.

Instantly, she felt her walls stretch from the intrusion. She already knew the cock was big, she’d had it in her mouth, but she was sure it would have been easier to accommodate it in her pussy. In any case, a moan escaped her, one she didn’t even think to suppress because there was no point; everyone outside had seen her enter that stall with clear intentions of doing more than just pee.

From the other side of the wall, she felt the stranger trying to push his cock deeper, but the wall itself prevented him from doing so. Looking directly at the camera, Chae moved back a little, pleasing both the stranger and herself. This time she didn’t moan, but she closed her eyes and opened her mouth without making a sound, her expression clearly one of pleasure. And what else could it be but pleasure, when even though not even half of it was inside her yet, the cock was already stretching her so deliciously.

The walls of her pussy protested but stretched nonetheless with every new centimeter of flesh that entered between them. She didn’t know if it was because she was so turned on or high as fuck, but Chae knew she was wetter than usual. But it could also be the kinkiness of the situation she found herself in that was making her pussy soak like that. In any case, she had better things to think about. Or rather, between her legs.

There was still a lot of length left to take in, so Chae braced herself against the opposite wall with both hands and began to move her body. With her head down, she felt how, little by little, with each back-and-forth movement of her body, more and more of that throbbing cock was entering her. In reality, Chae didn’t care at all about the stranger on the other side of the wall, he was just a tool for her pleasure, but she knew he was having the time of his life. It wasn’t every day he came across a pussy as tight as hers, ready to take his cock just like that.

With more effort than she cared to admit, Chae took almost the entire cock inside her. She could feel her ass close to the wall; there was almost nothing left to go, and she was going to make it. She opened her eyes to check, and sure enough, she saw the wall very close to her, and between her legs she could make out some white stains that were surely remnants of what Jihyo had left there earlier. “How dirty,” Chae thought to herself, as if she weren’t in a similar situation right now. In reality, she was in no position to judge her friend, but that wouldn’t stop her from playing a couple of pranks on her in the future using the video she’d recorded earlier.

With one last thrust, the girl’s ass touched the dirty wall; some of the semen from the wall stuck to her leg, but she didn’t care. The dirtier and kinkier it all got, the better it was for her. She needed that extra stimulation to handle the way the cock was throbbing inside her and threatening to tear her pussy apart, even though she knew she could take it. It wasn’t her first time taking something that size inside her, though she didn’t talk about it, and Mina certainly didn’t either.

From the other side, the man’s moans confirmed that he was having a great time. Chae’s walls closed around his member with relentless force, squeezing it with every throb. She felt completely filled and had to admit that the tip was almost brushing against her uterus. If it weren’t for the wall separating them, she’d probably be seeing stars and moaning like crazy right now.

Now that she’d managed to get his cock all the way inside her pussy, Chae had no choice but to start bouncing against the wall, fucking herself with the cock that was stretching her cunt.

Sweat from the effort was pooling on her forehead and surely between her butt cheeks; that same effort was what kept her panting instead of moaning. At least this way she’d retain a bit of her dignity, even though, in reality, no one there knew who she was and she’d never see any of the women in that bathroom again. In any case, even if her gasps and the sound of her ass slamming against the wall were audible outside the stall, she wasn’t putting on a show like Jihyo had.

Maybe it was the physical exertion and the adrenaline, or maybe her common sense was coming back, but the thought crossed Chae’s mind that she had a stranger’s cock deep inside her and that he was probably going to come inside her. She almost thought about pulling away, about finishing with her hands what she’d started with his cock and letting the stranger come on her face or chest. He probably wouldn’t care where his cum ended up because he couldn’t see anything anyway, but the girl was already in the middle of this and couldn’t stop now.

She didn’t actually remember if she’d taken her pills every day since they’d arrived at the place, but that was something she’d have to worry about later. Right now, she cared more about how her pussy was stretching and how her ass was slamming against the wall. The cock was so thick and went so deep inside her that she was sure if the hole were a few centimeters higher, she would have ended up hanging from the wall, because right now there was nothing in the world that was going to separate her from the member she was fucking herself with.

Even though she was using the cock like a dildo, unfortunately for Chae, it wasn’t one. It was a real cock, made of throbbing flesh, and its owner had limits. Limits that the girl was testing as she kept bouncing against the wall and fucking herself.

Soon a growl was heard from the other side, and she knew it was coming even before it happened. A warm sensation exploded inside her, and the stranger’s semen began to spill into her, filling her pussy to impossible limits. But she didn’t stop. Quite the contrary, knowing the man would be leaving soon she redoubled her efforts. A few more thrusts later her walls closed almost painfully around the cock that was still throbbing inside her, and her body was overcome by uncontrollable spasms.

All Chae could do to stay on her feet was to press her legs together and brace herself firmly against the opposite wall. The thin wall separating the cubicles creaked ominously but didn’t give way; it withstood the girl’s pressure and held her in place as she moaned and trembled. A drop of sweat trickled down her forehead and finally fell to the floor from her nose.

Chae was exhausted, so she stood there panting with her head bowed as she felt the cock begin to go limp inside her. Before the man could do anything, she pulled away in spasms as she felt the head brush against her walls one last time. Then she turned and planted a chaste kiss on the tip of his cock. Now the smell of urine had given way to sweat and the scent of her cunt. Chae smiled at the thought of a stranger walking around smelling of sex and of her.

Realizing there was nothing more for him there, the man pulled his cock out, leaving the hole empty. A few moments later, some bills appeared from the other side and fell to the floor in front of Chae. It was unnecessary, but the girl interpreted it as a way of thanking her.

Now alone, Chae walked over to her phone, which was still recording, but instead of stopping the video, she turned around, bent over, and spread her butt cheeks with both hands. She wasn’t sure if the dim light in the stall would allow her to capture what was happening, but she had nothing to lose by trying. Hoping the video would turn out well and that her ass and her folds, reddened from the fucking, would be clearly visible, Chae pushed a little harder and a torrent of cum gushed from her pussy into the toilet bowl. If she was going to record a video of this moment, she wanted it to be something memorable.

After she was satisfied with the amount of cum she’d let out, she sat up straight and finally stopped recording. She got dressed without wiping her pussy because she decided it was only fair that she smell like the stranger too, and because she didn’t mind getting her underwear stained with fluids but she had nothing else but her shirt to wipe herself with. There was no way she was going to walk around with a visible stain on her clothes, that would be too much.

Making sure she hadn’t forgotten anything, Chae picked up the bills from the floor and stuffed them into her fanny pack before opening the door. She expected to run into a girl or two who would look at her with disdain for what she’d done, but she never expected to see Jihyo standing there in front of the stall door. Jihyo had a frown on her face and a gleam in her eyes that Chae couldn’t quite figure out. It stood in stark contrast to the stupid, satisfied smile that took up almost all of Chae’s face.

Before Chae could do anything or react in any way, Jihyo shoved her back into the cubicle and followed her inside. Closing the door behind her, Jihyo locked them both in the space that now felt smaller than it actually was.

A/N: Well. Someone asked for this a while ago and now i found the time to finish it. As you can see now this is a series that will at least have another chapter. Where? I don't even know.

[valentinedrifter]

Playmates with Kazuha: Guests

male reader x Nakamura Kazuha feat. Naoi Rei

~4k words

A Sequel to Homies, Timing, and Mixups.

A/N: Halfway into the Bro Zuha's second set! Last one should be soon, barring any surprise BFHs.

Fanprose link here.

Enjoy.

Like, seriously, if there is one thing you don’t get about Kazuha, is that she does things without letting you know sometimes.

You’ve learned to get used to it, really. You’ve stopped wondering how in god’s green earth this happened, or why the universe decided to send it to your end of the world.

The Chaewon incident that started this whole thing coming to mind, which you weren’t opposed to at all, considering the events that occurred afterwards. A few more surprises here and there with her closest friends with the other, the more recent one being Kazuha coming home, drunk off her ass along with the girls.

That was a rather interesting Friday night, you’ll say. Your body has never felt so sore in your entire life the next few days after.

Extremely worth it, for all intents and purposes however.

But, to your point, she doesn’t let you know about things that you would very much like to know beforehand. Like today, for example, when you come home from what you thought was going to be an ordinary Wednesday until—

“Hi!”

“Jesus–” This was not what you were expecting when you came home from work. Luggage bags left in your hallway, a woman that is most certainly not Kazuha sitting on your couch, sipping on one of your yogurt milk drinks as she waves at you. Which makes you question where Kazuha is. “Uh, hello?”

“You must be Kazuha's boyfriend.” The woman continues sipping on her drink, the loud slurps coming from the straw pausing as she smiles prettily at you. “She said you'd be here around this time, so I thought of saying hi.”

“Right.” You are, for all intents and purposes, extremely skeptical of this woman. Don’t know who she is, where she came from, why there’s so much of her shit scattered in your hallway. She’s just here, for reasons you have zero idea of. 

You walk to the kitchen counter, placing down your backpack before turning towards her. “Sorry, who are you?”

“Oh!” She practically jumps out of the couch, and skips straight towards you with a grin on her face. “Name’s Rei. Naoi Rei.” She outstretches a hand.

You take her hand and shake it gently, tell her your name and be answered with a cute little nod that you swear is not making you cringe on the inside or make your heart race from how adorable it was.

“So you are Zuha’s boyfriend!” she repeats, and before you could come up with a reply for it, the front door swings open once again.

“Looks like you two are getting along.” Kazuha's striding in, a shopping bag in one hand, and a small handbag in another. She stands next to you, smiling and leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before she hands the bag to Rei. “Here's some extra pillows you can use.”

Rei gasps, and you're confused on whether this woman's a walking adorable little thing or not because every action she does looks way, way too cute to be normal.

“Thank you so much, I'll pay you back before I leave,” Rei says, pulling out a pair of pillows from the bag, the paper falling down the ground.

“Don't worry about it,” Kazuha replies, placing her bag next to your pack, and you watch as Rei squeezes one of the cushions between her arm, picking up the bag on the ground and walking back to the couch with another thanks. 

Which leaves you with Kazuha. You turn to her, blinking slowly and giving her a pointed look. Your hands gesture towards Rei, who's gotten in her own world on the couch, setting up her makeshift bed on it. “So.”

“So,” Kazuha repeats, eyes following your hands. “That's Rei.”

“That is Rei, yes.” Your palms rest on your hips. “Why is Rei here with a bunch of luggage, exactly?”

“She’s asked if she can crash for a few days,” she explains, leaning her elbow on the kitchen counter. “Traveled all the way from Japan for some music festival this weekend.” Said Rei would be gone by Wednesday next week, Kazuha swears. “She won’t cause us any trouble, trust me.”

You turn your gaze back to Rei, legs up in the air while she’s hugging one of the pillows and scrolling down her phone. You can faintly hear the sounds quickly shifting from one topic to another as her thumb swipes up every so often. “And when you say trouble–” Queue your finger air quotes. “You mean she’s not going to be involved in one of your plans?”

Kazuha only smiles at you, hand rising up to pat your cheek fondly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There’s that familiar twinkle in your eye that you spot—one that you’re not sure whether to be excited or wary of what she’s cooking up—before she walks away.

Sighing and shaking your head, you take another look at Rei. Still busy with her phone, paying you no mind and not causing any trouble, just like Kazuha said.

You can’t help but add a ‘yet’, though.

—

Trouble, you’ve realized, decided to come in small batches over the course of the next few days.

Nothing that would get you arrested or caught in an indecent way, no. For the most part, it was you doing your usual routine with the added intrusion that Rei is living in your living room. And it causes a few odd encounters with her every now and again.

Like when Kazuha decided to jump you the following Thursday when you got home, kissing you right there in the doorway just as you opened the door to your apartment. And while it was an unexpected surprise that you would normally, wholeheartedly welcome with open arms, seeing Rei pretend that you and Kazuha are not sucking each other’s faces off wasn’t weird at all.

At least, not for Kazuha. It was odd as all hell for you when you realized that Rei was looking pretty earnestly until she got caught.

Or on Friday, where you swear to all manners of religion out there that you heard moaning outside your bedroom door when you woke up in the middle of the night because the bathroom was calling you. Suffice to say it was a quick run to and from the bathroom to avoid interrupting Rei’s potential ‘her’ time.

And you won’t lie, needing to be quiet in your own home because a guest was touching yourself was incredibly awkward, considering that’s not something anyone would ever stumble upon. Even more so when you were left alone on Saturday, when Rei was out at her festival, Kazuha coming along with her when Rei said her friend wouldn’t be able to make it.

“It’d be a great way for us to really catch up!” You remember Rei telling Kazuha before they left this morning. And for the most part, you kinda agree with her. The three of you never really seem to have a good time to sit down and hang out, outside of the two of them since they seemed rather close. You in particular, given that you’re mostly out on the weekdays that Rei started living in your apartment.

And as much as they wanted you to come with, the extortionist pricing to get tickets this late made all three of you exclaim profanities so loud that you were afraid of finally getting a noise complaint.

Aside from the rather relaxing afternoon you had cleaning up your home while watching the weekend motorsport race in an attempt to get rid of any lingering thoughts about Rei touching herself on your couch—one that you sat on for quite a while after doing the chores (you need to clean this couch soon)—and making some dinner for yourself after getting a text from Kazuha that they’ll be coming home late, you decided to call it early tonight and catch up with the two in the morning.

Which gets completely derailed when you wake up in the wee hours of Sunday, where you are awoken from the sounds that are coming from your living room. It causes you to groggily get out of bed, the intimate familiarity of your home allowing you to walk on autopilot even without fully opening your eyes.

Or have your senses wake up until you flick the light on to find Kazuha and Rei making out by the kitchen counter, the former practically shoving her tongue down the latter. 

You blink like an owl. Slowly, peculiarly, until the scene before you registers in your mind and you start looking like a deer in headlights. Then your brain finally catches up to what you’re seeing and—

“Well, good morning to you girls too.” Dragging a palm across your face, you decide to head over to grab a cup and fill it up with water. “Did you have fun earlier?”

Rei lets out a blissful hum, letting out a gasp as Kazuha leaves her lips to kiss down her neck. “Great,” she gasps, holding onto Kazuha’s locks. Rei lets out an even loud gasp when she gets hoisted up onto the counter by Kazuha, and even you were raising eyebrows at how assertive Kazuha is being tonight.

Or today, you’re not sure yourself. 

You take a good, long drink of your cup, downing it all in one go, a quiet, refreshed noise coming out of your lips before putting it down. You have half a mind to walk up and join in on whatever debauchery Kazuha’s planned, and another to go back to bed and let them have their fun, considering they’ve already started without you.

Kazuha might not even know you’re here, what with her buried completely in Rei’s chest, her hands pulling the jacket she has on away before her fingers begin to pull Rei’s top up to expose her chest and holy shit Rei being even more stacked than you thought was not in your bingo card.

Not that you were looking, of course. You were simply appreciating the times her cleavage was in display. Totally not looking down whenever you had the chance, no.

Your bro will never let you live it down. But then again, anyone would be happy to have their faces shoved full of tits, especially ones as big as Rei’s.

Kazuha included.

Speaking of, she’s finally gotten her head out of Rei’s tits and turns to you with a grin. “Hey.” Is all she says, like this is another Sunday for her (and for the most part, this was a normal Sunday before you two were a thing, the player that your girlfriend was. Still is.) “Had a good day doing nothing today?”

“I cleaned, thank you very much,” you answer, walking up next to her, arm wrapping around her waist and leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, like this is another Sunday for you. “I’m guessing this is how Rei is paying you back for staying?”

“Oh this was for the pillows I got her,” Kazuha says, taking your free hand and placing it on Rei’s bra-covered breast, and even with the fabric in the way you can feel how soft and large they are in your hand. Rei encourages you further, pushing her chest out for the both of you and your fingers can’t stop themselves from squeezing. “Now she’s paying us back with her pillows.”

“They are some very nice pillows,” you mutter, engrossed in the soft flesh.

Kazuha chuckles, a hand coming down to cup the bulge growing in your shorts, fondling you through your clothing. Her lips come close; kisses starting from your neck, journeying her way up to your cheek all the way until she can nibble your earlobe, cooing a question that you’ll ever answer. “Better than Kkura’s?”

Whether it be because you don’t want to hurt Rei’s feelings (especially cause you’re getting a feel of her tits), Sakura’s feelings when Kazuha eventually tells her (cause you know Sakura’s going to come barging in your apartment one night when she learns about it), or your own physical being, you can’t be sure. What you are sure of is that all three can be an option, but you’re too busy fondling Rei’s breasts to give Kazuha an answer anyway.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kazuha sing-songs, tugging your shorts down to your ankles. “Rei, be a dear and help me out here, why don’t you?”

“On it!” Rei’s hands come to the waistband of your boxers, and they end up right above your shorts. Your cock twitching and leaking and Christ her hands feel amazing stroking you so gently it makes you moan.

It makes Kazuha giggle; a sound that makes you fall deeper into this whole rabbit hole of fucking yet another one of her friends. “Excited now, are we bro?” And it’s like she’s reading your mind, even when she’s on her knees and looking at you with those doe eyes. Knowing that you’re just as turned on as she is, that you’ll be sharing Rei between the both of you.

That, or it could be the other way around and she’s sharing you with her friends.

“Well, don’t worry too much,” Kazuha continues, inching closer to your cock. “Let Rei and I take care of you for the night, hmm?” Her tongue gives a quick lick at your tip, making your thighs clench.

“Let me guess–” you exhale, glancing back to Rei. “Is this your thanks for letting you stay?”

“Nope!” she says, her entire face lighting up. She leans in and gives your cheek a quick peck then drops off the counter to follow Kazuha on her knees. “I’m doing this cause I’m so fucking wet right now.” Rei gives that same quick kiss to your tip, holding you by the base all while Kazuha watches by her side.

“Rei’s a little bit of a horndog,” Kazuha adds, nudging Rei lightly. Rei only nods in agreement, her tongue coming out to lick your shaft; from the tip going down to the base of your cock, she leaves no surface safe from her pretty pink muscle that’s eager to get you ready. “And she is very adventurous.”

“I can tell.” Just by the way Rei is worshipping your balls, taking each one in her mouth and rolling them with her tongue, sucking and licking away at them so goddamn well it makes you lean back onto the counter to brace yourself for when Kazuha inescapably joins in. “Christ, Zuha, you’re making me think you’ve fucked all your friends.”

“Not all of them,” Kazuha snaps back, a smirk on her lips. She gets closer to your dick, hot breath tickling you, and the air you need in your lungs gets exponentially bigger the moment her own tongue comes out to have her fun. “I’m thinking we should double team someone one of these days, though.”

Jesus, this woman truly is after your own heart. Even the mere thought of Kazuha wearing a strap, pinning Rei down and getting to stuff her in both holes sounded insane. And here she is, telling you that she’s ready and willing to go; might not even need to be Rei at all.

“Hot,” Rei comments, like her mouth isn’t preoccupied with your balls. “Can that be me? Please let it be me.”

The shit eating grin on Kazuha’s face when she hears that, paired with her eyebrows wiggling at you causes a shaky laugh to spill out of your lips. Knowing that it really, actually, might be Rei that’s going to get stuffed by the both of you in the near future makes you throb harder, pulsing around Kazuha’s hand.

Something you’ll anticipate for later, when the time comes. Right now you need to focus on not cumming too early when both Kazuha takes your cock in her mouth, tongue swirling around your cockhead just as Rei manages to take both your balls in hers. It makes you grip the counter tighter, hissing a curse and looking up at the ceiling just so the view won’t make you explode in record time.

Not that it matters, you’re only delaying the inevitable when it comes to Kazuha.

“Z-Zuha–” you stutter, a hand coming to rest on her hair, running your fingers through her locks when she takes you deep. Mouth locked firmly around your length, she sucks eagerly, cheeks hollowing out as she bobs. Up and down and up and down and down and down until her nose almost reaches your crotch. Letting out a gag before she comes up for air, stroking your spit covered cock and looks up at you with a smile.

“Problem?” The tilt of her head partnered with the grin playing her face is fucking you up seven ways to Sunday, and your fingers curled up in her hair tightens in response. Combined with the fact that Rei’s never let up on your balls, and it’s a constant barrage of pleasure that you do not have the strength to win against.

“I–fuck–” It’s embarrassing to admit, having to lose so quickly against these two, but waking up and having your dick sucked wasn't exactly what you were expecting to happen. “I’m not gonna last long.”

Rei pauses, coming up and finally giving you a moment's rest, and she is a mess. Droll running down her chin that she doesn’t bother wiping off, only slurping what she can in her mouth as she grins at you two. “Can I do the thing please?”

You turn to Kazuha. “What thing?”

“Course you can, Rei.” Kazuha gives Rei a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes!” Rei leaves one last kiss on your cock, her tongue making out with the tip and the surprise almost makes you kick your feet up. 

“Holy shit–”

She doesn't stay for long, kissing you cock one last time before she stands up. Before you can know it Kazuha is pulling you away from the counter, getting you to stand upright.

“Dude, what is she talking about?” You hold on to Kazuha's shoulders, the clothes around your ankles being a pain to move forward.

Kazuha only grins and gives you a wink. “When I said Rei was adventurous–” You can feel Rei behind you now, her hands on your shoulders, face peeking out from behind to kiss you dangerously close to your lips but pulls away to smooch you on the cheek. “She’s really adventurous.”

Rei must know what'll happen if she decides to have a taste of your lips. 

Clothes rustling behind you pique your curiosity, making you want to turn around to see Rei's breasts out of that damn bra. Wanting to feel the weight of them in your palms, pinch and play with her nipples, give them a nice, good squeeze—

A squeaky, girly noise comes out of you, shivers up your spine, your skin tingling all over the place, body locking up; it happens all at once, overloading your senses and almost making you double over if not for Kazuha holding you upright. You don’t know how to react, your body running on instinct at the burst of pleasure that’s hit you, all because of a wet intrusion poking in your taint.

“What the fuck, Rei–” The letters that constitute pronouncing her name slowly become gibberish in favor of a long, drawn out moan, your hands grabbing Kazuha’s head in an attempt to find solace. Even if you must look so fucked stupid in front of her, that smile Kazuha gives you is somehow both endearing and problematic at the same time.

“Relax,” Kazuha says, and that one word—that one, simple word—is enough to let you know that there is, in fact, a problem. “Just let go when you need to, alright?”

And when Kazuha starts to double down on the assault of pleasure being inflicted on you, you just know that you’re not going to last much longer. You’re almost hyperventilating at how potent the feeling is, the tingling becoming a numbing sensation over your body from it all.

The sensation of Rei licking around your pucker, circling it with her tongue before she does a few pokes to test your reaction. Kazuha’s head a blur from how fast her head is bobbing, blowing you so eagerly. Rei digging her fingers in your ass once her tongue plunges in to rim you. Kazuha’s gaze never losing its focus away from you, her lips suctioned at your tip, tongue circling around, flicking the slit of your cockhead while her hands stroke you.

You’re seeing stars. Blots of white start blocking your vision, the hold you have on Kazuha’s head getting firmer to hold yourself together. It’s useless trying to fight back against it, not when these two are tongue fucking you on both sides. You try to warn either of them that the inevitable is happening, but all that comes out is garbled mutterings of a man gone mad.

It just happened, is what you eventually tell the both. When your eyes roll back and your cock erupts straight into Kazuha’s waiting mouth, filling up with cum at each pulse. The hum that vibrates around your cock along with the tongue slowly licking around your taint coaxes more and more of your load to come out, and it all seems neverending.

Rei comes out from behind, leaving your backside to kneel next to your leg. A finger feathers around your taint, even as she stares at Kazuha prolongs your load. And Kazuha manages to stay attached to your cock, jerking you off to gain more of your spunk, swallowing what she can even as it starts to spill out of her lips. The wonder in Rei’s eyes as she watches, the perverse anticipation in her lips—and all you can do is moan and let it all happen.

“There you go,” Rei mutters, her thighs pushing together. “Give her all that cum. Give her everything so I can have some for myself.”

Kazuha’s lips leave your shaft and you’re crumbling to the floor, feeling like you just ran a marathon and back from the experience. Rei makes sure that you don’t hurt yourself, getting your back against the counter before she gets pulled in for a kiss by Kazuha.

Cum gets swapped between their lips, lips savouring the taste, their tongues sliding together and sharing what Kazuha has milked from you. Some spill down, some stick to their lips, most get swallowed from both. It’s all so messy, and they don’t care at all.

Somehow, someway, your cock comes to life from the view. You don’t understand how, and you’re genuinely scared to find out what happens when you figure out that your body is overruling your sense of survival for more of this.

They part, Kazuha turning to you as Rei licks up any leftover cum that’s fallen down to the former’s chest. “You look like you enjoyed that.”

“I look like I’m a fucking corpse,” you reply, causing Kazuha and Rei to giggle. “What the hell was even that?”

“Just a little thank you for cleaning up the apartment while we were off partying.” Kazuha closes the distance between you two, coming to your left. She cups your cheek, and her lips meet yours. 

Arms wrap around her waist to pull her close, and you relax. Letting yourself get swept away by Kazuha’s soft lips for a moment, whispering such a rare phrase to you in between all of the kisses that it makes you smile. You say it back, just when you feel a wet pressure around your length.

It makes you flinch in surprise, pulling you away from the moment, from Kazuha. You look down, and Rei’s in between your legs, cock popping off her lips.

“So about that double team,” Rei starts, slowly stroking you. It was enough to ease you back into hardness. She’s careful with you, making sure that the pleasure doesn’t become pain from overstimulating you. “Can that be my payment for staying here for the week?”

You share a look with Kazuha.

Kazuha shrugs. Takes a glance at Rei. Smirks.

“I’m down if you’re down, bro.”